Bacopa's just agreed to go with the other him, a man whose photo he's seen dozens of times (whose face he doesn't quite see when he looks in the mirror). The actual Steve Rogers. Meanwhile, he's just barely gripping onto the notion that the encounter wasn't a trick, a Capitol fake-out, a test (a failure) - that he didn't just hand off a child to certain death.

He'd walked away in the end, but now he's stopped again - not far from where he started. Uncertain where to go now (or trying to force himself not to go back). He's gripping his hunting knife in one hand, staring in the direction he came from like there's something over there that might tell him what to do next. This is exactly how he got ambushed the week before, right after he found out that James was dead.