[ He had assumed there was a little range beyond the building, but it seems not, and pressing the matter is pointless — it would press on Clark's wound to satisfy Bruce's curiosity, and that is not a good enough reason. To lose this is to lose the equivalent of a limb. Bruce doesn't expect him to adapt quickly. He has always had the advantage, and it still exists, if only in smaller quantities. ]

As one must.

[ The anger passes, but not unnoticed. Bruce will show up at his house tomorrow and insist they train together, call it bonding if he must. He knows his own duty. ]

Can't say I know the feeling exactly — but I know what it's like to have the world pulled out from under you.

[ Sorry you feel sad, friend :( ]