( The words still don't compute to him and all he can do is stare at Damian there. He's not even talking about his Alfred and yet Bruce can't help but feel some sort of way about hearing that name paired with death. With dying. With having been... killed, from the sounds of it.
He stares hard at Damian β tries to process that while not thinking of his own Alfred back in his Gotham and he just... can't find the words. Doesn't know what to say with everything that he feels so he just... stares. Silent. Until, finally, his gaze drops. It's only for a few moments until he's looking back over to Damian and he forces himself to say something. )
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He stares hard at Damian β tries to process that while not thinking of his own Alfred back in his Gotham and he just... can't find the words. Doesn't know what to say with everything that he feels so he just... stares. Silent. Until, finally, his gaze drops. It's only for a few moments until he's looking back over to Damian and he forces himself to say something. )
I'm sorry... Damian. I... I'm sorry.