But you said you had to!

[God. God. He balls his hands into fists, teeth grinding together as he tries to think of something. Anything. Nothing at all.]

Is there another way, Damian? We're not Bruce. We couldn't stop three weeks of murder from happening. We've fucked up big time and you know it. [The despair sure is setting in, huh.] What is it that you're planning to do?