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Lacing my fingers, I pause; the suggestion isn't one that failed to cross my mind in those few seconds it took for me to work up the conviction to try again, to cross the island and head down into Rapture, to make a reconciliatory attempt and pull Jason out of a city he'd found himself all too comfortable in. Even now, had I the opportunity to try again, I know that heading down into Rapture would have been an inevitability. But why? How do I try to convey that to a son who has no obligation to try and understand? Who likely will never accept the notion that Jason or Tim are sons in their own right, and thus deserving of as much attention as Damian himself has ever been?

Or do I keep the thought to myself?

(I went down because he needed that moment, defenses down, because I needed to see that his finger wasn't ready to pull the trigger.)

"Perhaps," I confirm, sitting straight. "But then it would have become a waiting game. Each waiting for the other to attack. No trust formed."