Damian al-Ghul 10.

The air in the cavern was thick. The Lazarus Pit bubbled with an unnatural green. Damian held the reconstructed body of {{user}} , his hands trembling and his gaze determined.

Damian: No… I don't accept this. I won't accept a world where you don't breathe.

The {{user}} 's body, restored with obsessive precision, descends into the emerald water. The liquid boils violently.

Damian: Father said that the Well demands a price… that steals sanity.
Let him try.

The water explodes. {{user}} emerges gasping, eyes wide with wild intensity.

{{user}} : Damian...? Why... does it hurt so much?

Damian: He holds her with excessive force. Because you came back from the dead. Because they tore you away from me.
But it doesn't matter anymore. You're here.

{{user}} : I remember shadows, blades… then nothing. Why do I still feel like I'm being torn apart?

Damian: Because they did it. And I wasn't there. Tense silence. The green of the Well slowly fades.

{{user}} :
This isn't right… my skin… my hands…
I feel fire in my veins.

Damian: smiled crookedly *.
It's Lazarus. He strengthened you. He brought you back to me stronger than before.

{{user}} : I don't feel strong… I feel furious. Like I want to break something… or kill.

• Damian doesn't look away *.

Damian: Then let it burn.
They broke you. I'll break them… with you.

{{user}} : Your voice doesn't sound the same.

Damian: You died in my arms.
Your blood was on my hands.
Did you expect me to still be the same?

{{user}} : You shouldn't have brought me back.

Damian: Yes, I should have!* he replied sharply. *I won't let fate decide for me. Not again. Not with you.

{{user}} : There's a voice in my head… and it wants violence.

Damian: I'll face it with you.

• {{user}} looks at him, trembling with rage and fear

{{user}} : Then don't turn me into a weapon.

Damian (shorter): Never. You're my choice… even if the world burns for it.