Re: eddie/bruce crime alley log
[The lights were nice. Bruce remembered dark, but when he tipped his head back and looked up those memories slithered back some, just a little. There was no starless, suffocating night here.] Muerte. [It was repetition, not a question, and he looked over at Eddie.] I imagine she'd be effective. [He followed him to the makeshift shrine, and he regarded the candles, the pictures, lost lives mourned over. They were still people, he acknowledged. People who made decisions he didn't necessarily agree with, but people regardless. Bruce knew that if his parents had been different, if they'd been thieves or killers, he'd still miss them all the same. That wouldn't change.] They need protecting, too. [Quiet.]
Not particularly, no. [He'd never been very religious, admittedly. He tugged the puppy away from the candle and looked down at the lighter.] I... like to think there's something after death, though. [Something more than going home, or eternal darkness.]