( tim moves away, and jason shifts to lean back against the wall. watches as he starts going through his bag full of miscellaneous weapons, lips pressed together tight as he - tries to figure out how he wants to word this. what's the right way to say what he's trying to say. jason knows he doesn't need to, knows tim's already forgiven him as much as he can, that he's never held it against jason anyway. but jason has. )

I didn't mean now, I meant. . . before. When I came back. I could've been better. ( should have been better. in hindsight, jason can see all the points where his life turned for the worse. talia told him not to go back to bruce, that he remained unavenged, and he'd listened. he'd planted a bomb on the batmobile. thought revenge against bruce was what he needed, when it was never going to fix anything. ) I took all my crap out on you 'cause I needed Bruce to see he shouldn't be having fucking kids playing soldiers out on his battlefield. I should've known that it didn't matter what I did to you. I, ( his expression pinches tight, pausing for a moment to reassess his words. ) Talia was the one who told me you'd taken over as Robin. I saw pictures of you out there, smiling, an' it broke something in me. Not that it was you. That it wasn't me. That I'd died and it felt like it didn't even matter. I know better now. But I'm still sorry.