But Arthur has more argument left in him now.

Still, he can concede that much, and the anger can be tucked neatly back away for later, to tear the throat out of some other unsuspecting bastard.

"Fine. Alright." It's with a heavy sigh, but he tucks the knife into his inside jacket pocket for now, and walks cautiously forward, trying to draw level with Bucky. "Now- what exactly is happening with this- barrier, the town edge. You said you can't cross it, what happens when you try?"