No-- [ He groans, fever-hot and hurting, practically shivering as he curls in tighter on his brother. ] --No I’m—Bruce won’t even want me back.

[ Jason lifts his head, eyes bright and fearful, looking for condolence and condemnation all in one instant. He pulls himself back, too shaky to fully escape Damian’s grip, but setting an arms length worth of difference between their faces. It feels like miles. ]

Damian, I-- [ He gulps, looking down, looking to the side before pulling himself back up again, awkward and fearful. ] I. I broke some guy’s neck. One—one of the soldiers, I—I didn’t mean to it was just—

It’s all just so much.[ And here, here he is angry. Lazarus rage peeking through his shattered exterior. ] It was right there and it was so easy, it was too easy, I can’t believe—

[ Jason looks away again, feeling small under his brothers gaze. He wants to jump out of the plane. It would hurt less. ]

Bruce won’t want me.

[ And that would probably break him. ]