[He stares at him, stunned, shaking his head quickly. Watches him step away.]
Friend, I'd... [He lets out a shaky breath, giving a shakier, pleading smile like he's trying desperately to reason with him, to reach him, and is losing.] ...I'd be dead without you.
[It's all he can be sure of. Not only here, but with their chance encounter in the woods so long ago. Because, while he survived the bullet, it was never the greatest threat to his life; it's losing mother that had nearly put him in the grave. He had never had a plan for what would come after 'leaving Gotham'. Didn't think he'd need one with no reason to go or to stay.]
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Friend, I'd... [He lets out a shaky breath, giving a shakier, pleading smile like he's trying desperately to reason with him, to reach him, and is losing.] ...I'd be dead without you.
[It's all he can be sure of. Not only here, but with their chance encounter in the woods so long ago. Because, while he survived the bullet, it was never the greatest threat to his life; it's losing mother that had nearly put him in the grave. He had never had a plan for what would come after 'leaving Gotham'. Didn't think he'd need one with no reason to go or to stay.]