Bruce, I forgive you for not saving me. But why? Why on God’s earth is he still alive?! […] Ignoring what he’s done in the past. Blindly, stupidly, disregarding the entire graveyards he’s filled, the thousands who have suffered, the friends he’s crippled. You know, I thought… I thought I’d be the last person you’d ever let him hurt. If it had been you that he beat to a bloody pulp, if he had taken you from this world, I would’ve done nothing but search the planet for this pathetic pile of evil death-worshipping garbage and send him off to hell.
You’re not alone. You have people that sit up at night worrying sick about you and they’re not going to stop worrying about you. That’s what a f a m i l y does. They put up with each other. And they put each other first, before ourselves.