❛❛ — ALIVE. He murders me. MURDERS. ME. And he leaves him ALIVE. Alive to hurt, kill, and maim. To rob more people of their friends. Their family. Their mothers. Fathers. Sons. I was dead — DEAD. He has to know what he did to me. How he left me. How it felt. Bastard. Hypocrite. How hard would it have been, Bruce? To kill the monster who took me from you. You never really gave a damn about any of us. About me. Not really. Not ever. ❜❜
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