The cold was something he was used to. He hated it. It didn't help with the memories that it DID bring up, but he was trying not to think on those. Those he had a lot of. Those he had mostly in tact. Or at least enough to know he hated it all.

He moved a bit, noticing the cold too and not really wanting to hang around in it. "How is that possible?" Dumb question. Really dumb question. Everything seemed possible in this place, but remembering a memory and it becoming real was... not normal. Was it?

It was a bit frustrating, to say the least. These things were missing but they should at least stay in his head. He looked annoyed, for the most part, but not AT Rogers, so that was something at least.

Hearing how the guy was before the serum, he just side eyed him a bit. 'I remember you a lot smaller.' he thought, and wondered why he thought that at all. "If that was you, I have the feeling you didn't have to protect me so much." He started to move, walking backwards to keep an eye on Rogers and to say he wasn't done talking to him, but he didn't want to stay there with a dead goblin on the floor and a cold spot that was bothering him. He was sure he saw a dark figure too.

"I remember... some of it. I think."