[He's silent for a few moments before he decides to respond instead of simply quitting the conversation.]

I used to think that. That it, he, wasn't me. I tried to tell myself that, not to... to absolve responsibility, I've never done that, but because it would mean that wasn't who I was.

[With utter finality,] It's just another excuse. I know what he is and where he comes from, and it's me. Everything he does--

[He breaks off, faltering, even more self-disgust lacing his voice, but matched with a kind of resigned acceptance. It was impossible to deny that conclusion, after ten years of dodging it. Bruce had finally had it irrevocably proven to him.]