I liked the person that I was. I enjoyed the life that I had. The things I had done, the accomplishments I had to be proud of.

[This should be adamant but it's more stubborn, protesting against what Scorpius is going for, the very same point that all his Warden acquaintances have been trying to make.]

I didn't have the baggage of all these extra people dragging me down. Holding me back. I lived self-sufficient, self-reliant. For my own benefit. It's bad enough that Batman made me into a freak and gave me these anger issues, and my son drove the knife in and stole away his inheritance before I was ready to give it up to him. Now this Barge has made me uncertain, and soft, and...wounded. [He spits out the word like it disgusts him. But then, it does.]