[Being disconnected from Gotham is like cutting off a limb for Bruce; this would be clear to any broodmate who bothered to explore further. Here, he finds himself without purpose, unwilling to integrate himself into the hivemind without at least entertaining the idea that someday, somehow, he might find his way back home again. He's skeptical of all he's been told, and forever uncertain of the fact that there appears to be little choice but to play the game for now.]
And what happened a year ago?
[He can sense something from this man -- that space wasn't a new frontier for him, that the vast swath of stars was a familiar sight. He wonders if "a year ago" had anything to do with that.]
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And what happened a year ago?
[He can sense something from this man -- that space wasn't a new frontier for him, that the vast swath of stars was a familiar sight. He wonders if "a year ago" had anything to do with that.]