People who cared for him were probably what made sense least, to Damian. Not that he wanted them not to, but they fit nothing logical that he could figure out. He was beginning to accept that.

He was far from being able to rely on them, not for keeping himself in check.

Damian sighed, slightly, opening his hands, palms up, eyes out over the crowd, making sure nobody was too close.

"I told you what I was raised to do, did I not? If I fail to keep on stopping myself, I will likely resort back to it. That will be... unsafe, for many."

His mouth twisted. "In my words, I can afford to be somewhat careless. In my actions, I must... always, all the time, follow reason. What I feel cannot be trusted, on the whole."

Some people were getting him to see that some of is feelings might not be entirely wrong. But he didn't have a pattern that could be relied on.