"We need to analyze this in two parts..." Schiller placed the two beer cans on opposite sides of the table.
"The previous era and this era—your identity and your mission." Schiller intended to finish the cold beer first, so he set the liquor aside, gathered his thoughts, and said:
"You're a man from the previous era, aren't you?"
Steve, who had been staring down, nodded. Then he tipped back his head and took two gulps of alcohol. Schiller dipped his fingertip into the spilled liquor and drew a pattern on the table before saying, "Then now, we need to determine whether you follow your identity more, or your mission more."
Schiller's body language had clearly become more animated. As he described the two parts, his hands kept waving through the air, but that made it easier for Steve to understand. He asked, "Do you mean whether I see myself as Steve or as Captain America?"
Schiller nodded as well. Steve stared blankly ahead, as though the alcohol had muddled his thoughts. After a while, he said, "For a long time, people called me Captain America, and I thought of myself as Captain America too. So back then, I was Captain America."
"But after I woke up, I started thinking of myself as Steve again. I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe I have split personalities."
"No, you don't. You need to listen to a professional psychologist..." Schiller repeated himself. "You don't have Dissociative Identity Disorder. This is perfectly normal..."
"A person's understanding of himself partly comes from what society needs him to be." Schiller first put forward a theory, then, afraid Steve would not understand, continued:
"Society needs Captain America more. The identity of Captain America makes you feel needed, lets you prove your worth, so you come to