“I’m no one, no one at all. I don’t know how to feel, how to think, how to want. I’m the character of an unwritten novel, wafting in the air, dispersed without ever having been, among the dreams of someone who didn’t know how to complete me.”
I knew even from the beginning he was dangerous. If I hadn’t made him into Robin, he would have grown to do wrong. Then I got him killed. My partner. My soldier. My fault. I own that. I’ll carry that like everything else.