"Actually, what doesn't kill you usually fucks you up mentally, whether outright or in the form of a latent psychosis. It's just that in some people, it gives them a reason to think that it's all for some greater purpose down the road, when all it really was is a cosmic accident that they survived. Here's a secret, Catwoman: there's no greater reason for any of this." She waved an arm out at the expanse of the City. "It's all an experiment that went on way longer than it should have. But," she said, pursing her lips thoughtfully, "cats are nice. Most animals are. And the good thing about cats is, they're great judges of character. A dog'll stay with you if you beat it, but a cat won't take your shit. If it can leave, it will." Her mouth twisted wryly. "Now if only most people were half that smart." Or angels.