[ A lot of the pieces were already there, and deep knows he knows he should have been expecting an answer like that. Somehow, though, he wasn’t, and the casual, senseless cruelty in the words steal his breath for a moment. All he can do is stare.
A year. They’d lost a year because all of them were weak, and all of them were stupid. Because he'd let the crew down as their medic. As Nightwing. And now it’s Thane who has to pay the dearest price.
He swallows and looks down, trying to rearrange his expression to something more neutral. He hadn’t come here to bring him down. ]
There’s not... really an easy to break that, is there? [ His hand rubs over his face, eyes dropping to the floor. "Sorry" is meaningless, and he hates that it’s still the first thought he has to bite back. ]
There goes my gripe about missing the playoffs. [ Things Dick could actually care less about for 200. ]
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A year. They’d lost a year because all of them were weak, and all of them were stupid. Because he'd let the crew down as their medic. As Nightwing. And now it’s Thane who has to pay the dearest price.
He swallows and looks down, trying to rearrange his expression to something more neutral. He hadn’t come here to bring him down. ]
There’s not... really an easy to break that, is there? [ His hand rubs over his face, eyes dropping to the floor. "Sorry" is meaningless, and he hates that it’s still the first thought he has to bite back. ]
There goes my gripe about missing the playoffs. [ Things Dick could actually care less about for 200. ]