[If Bruce were the rolling eyes type, he'd be rolling his eyes. His huff of breath might imply that.] It doesn't matter if I can't. The other guy is unstoppable. I dropped four thousand feet from a helicopter and he didn't have a scratch. He's been in more explosions than--

You can't hurt him, not for long. I'd be a lot easier to contain if that weren't true. [He'd also have taken care of it himself a long time ago, put another bullet in his brain, but he doesn't say that.]

As for the process, it's... it's personal. I just met you. [All of Bruce's possible methods for resolving this involved some sort of psychoanalysis, or soul baring, or self-examination. He barely even lets the people he does trust in on that.]