[There's a long silence. Bruce really isn't good at this kind of thing -- the advice he can give is too wildly skewed to his lot in life, to the cards that have been dealt to him throughout the years.
That, and Sam's thoughts are projecting, focused in on thoughts of his father. He sets his jaw. Family is a trickier notion, but Bruce finds it makes the answer even simpler. Would Sam be able to live with himself, not knowing the result of trying? Was a normal life worth the risk of losing a parent?
(A memory. Blood soaking through the cracks of pavement, against the backdrop of a cold, starless night. Bruce cuts it short, reels it back in as if on a leash, snapping it back into place. That does not belong outside of his head.)]
You... [A hitch in his words -- he tries again.] Would you live in regret, knowing that you didn't try?
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That, and Sam's thoughts are projecting, focused in on thoughts of his father. He sets his jaw. Family is a trickier notion, but Bruce finds it makes the answer even simpler. Would Sam be able to live with himself, not knowing the result of trying? Was a normal life worth the risk of losing a parent?
(A memory. Blood soaking through the cracks of pavement, against the backdrop of a cold, starless night. Bruce cuts it short, reels it back in as if on a leash, snapping it back into place. That does not belong outside of his head.)]
You... [A hitch in his words -- he tries again.] Would you live in regret, knowing that you didn't try?