[ The nightmares are something that all Kingsman agents will face. No matter how "bad" the men are you're fighting, there is the lingering thought in your mind that all of those henchmen you gunned down were just people desperately in need of a better life. People who, most of the time, had no idea of the real workings of whatever false company it was. Worst of all, you know fully how violent you can be.
Harry, though. Harry was always fully aware of what he was doing. He was able to at least lie to himself and say These Were The Enemy. These Were Targets.
Bruce did not have that luxury. Anyone who's heart didn't break at that thought was not human.
He reached out to let his hand rest on the shoulder opposite himself. A sort of half hug. This needed extra sympathy. What words could he possibly say to make this better? None were coming to mind. ]
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Harry, though. Harry was always fully aware of what he was doing. He was able to at least lie to himself and say These Were The Enemy. These Were Targets.
Bruce did not have that luxury. Anyone who's heart didn't break at that thought was not human.
He reached out to let his hand rest on the shoulder opposite himself. A sort of half hug. This needed extra sympathy. What words could he possibly say to make this better? None were coming to mind. ]
I'm sorry, Doctor.