[ Bruce never raised him for this kind of weakness. He covers his face with his hand, trying vainly to pull himself back together. To make himself see something other than Tim's lost, tired face. The hope there in the moment they'd met. His precious, stolen life.
It doesn't matter anymore if it's the future or the past. A different world altogether. He'd failed them all. All of them. ]
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It doesn't matter anymore if it's the future or the past. A different world altogether. He'd failed them all. All of them. ]
Just go. [ The words strangle him. ]