[Breathing is a sudden effort. He glances away from her, down at his hand. Remembering Ra's elixir. The imagined landscape of Gotham overlaid with the presence of his parents.

If Dick's comments threw him off balance, Cassandra's have delivered a killing blow to the even keel of his emotions. He systematically shuts down the feelings he can't control. Compartmentalizing. He'll deal with them later.]

You were already on that path, Cassandra. I only lit the way for you. But who and what you are, you were on your own. Before we even met.