Grayson and I had to carry the bones of my grandmother, grandfather, and father home once. It wasn't actually my father, as we had later discovered, but it not being him wasn't something I was - considering at the time. But I froze. Death has been part of my life since I was a child, but I still froze when faced with the remains of... family. I'd only had a short time with my father before we had buried what was assumed to have been his body. It didn't matter.

( he'd tried hard to justify his slip up to grayson then, while grayson carted around the corpses of what had been the wayne family. damian closes his eyes, tries to settle onto the bed. )

It's different when it's one of your own. Regardless of if it's real or not. You were looking for anything that'd make it real, because you miss her. You were not looking for all the signs it wasn't. I would do the same. It makes you human, not weak.