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Ah, very good mundane. I see you've decided to place your allegiances to the side more appreciative of your voice. It's an amusing devise that you've accomplished here, one I hope will shine light on the darker corners our dear Gotham is so intent on hiding.

There is always power to be found in the citizens' hands, after all.

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Power is such a fickle thing, as we are both aware.

The problem of the mundanes will be dealt with, in due time.

[ A nod. He trusts Bane's word, and he sees no need to ask for clarification. If Bane wants him to know, he will say. In the meantime, Barsad has faith, more than enough to see him through. ]

I trust yours has met with the same opposition?

She gave me what I wanted.

[ His life, and another chance, and the sight of Bane. ]

And what can any of us ask for but a second chance to fan the fires that have sparked?

I have had my second chance.

[ Bane was his second chance. His first life was a wasted one, drowned in blood and empty of fire. Bane saved him, and remolded him, and made him what he is. This kind of loyalty can't be bought, but only made, forged from pain.

A hint of a smile, though: ]

Nonetheless: I will reach for a third.

[ a hum of amusement ] Hope is such a necessary component for times such as these. Deadly, but necessary.

[ A nod. Hope, he keeps close; he may think little of the squabbling mass of humanity, but he believes it can be better, and while that hope can be cruel, it also can be kind: allowing him to do the atrocities he does and still shine. ]

Still, a pity to be removed from Gotham just as it was beginning its...re-imagining.

Its destruction would have been... something to see.

[ Beautiful, perhaps; certainly right.

But his biggest regret isn't that he won't see Gotham torn down, but that he won't be where Bane can use him. ]

[ almost wistfully ]

Yes. To see the decadence fall beneath the fire's flames truly would have been a sight to behold.

[ spoken with no small amount of irony: ]

Though, I suspect we too, shall be able to imagine it.

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