I guess after a while you just- you really lose your shit. You know? Not that I'm-- fuck. I'm not excusing anything I did, but. I thought Rose loved me. I thought Bruce wanted to be my father. I thought Dick cared about me. I thought...
[He can feel the tears spilling out of his feverish eyes and he squeezes them shut, pulling away from her to wipe at them. He doesn't want to do this. Not right now. He doesn't want to cry about this. He wants to move on.]
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[He can feel the tears spilling out of his feverish eyes and he squeezes them shut, pulling away from her to wipe at them. He doesn't want to do this. Not right now. He doesn't want to cry about this. He wants to move on.]
Fuck. Sorry. I'm sorry.