And how many lives do you think I'd ruin, Jason? If I allowed myself to be blinded by rage, if I allowed my hand to fall where it may. And here is where that previous statement cuts to the quick again, because for all that Jason claims that he doesn't belong in Arkham, it's the deliberation and the choice that makes him the most dangerous. Of being able to assess a situation and manipulate it at will.

There are times when the only thing holding me back are the rules I've set for myself, the safeguards against becoming the very darkness that I fight, each and every day. I've seen Jason descending, spiralling into the thick of it. The island may, for all that I know of it, pause the progress and hold it in suspension. But it isn't a fissure that any of us have patched.

How do I explain to him that the very fear he's gazed upon me with could be that of any other innocent citizen in the wake of flames spreading across the entire city?

Killing would be too easy.

"Not half as many as I could."