"I'm not ready." Terry paused as he felt Bruce behind him. "You gave me back my colors, my suit, you've given me everything..I killed you." His voice was quiet but still audible. Terry didn't need to turn around to know that Bruce was there. Bruce was always there, and honestly Terry wouldn't have it any other way. "Everyone keeps telling me to let it go. I took a life. Not just any life.." Finally Terry turned to look up at him. He was lost. "I should have found another way."
"There's always another way isn't there? You always said there was. It all happened so fast. " Terry was scared, he didn't know of what part either. Was it of taking the life, or not feeling remorse? It was throwing him off. That Bruce had hurt him. Helped re break his ribs. Destroyed Gotham beyond repair. Wasn't it justified? Deserved?..he couldn't answer those questions. Terry knew he needed some space between himself and the cowl.