"Kinda have me in a bind, here," Robin said, not really needing any encouragement to talk. Quite the reverse, really. "I mean, if you're going to try and kill yourself, you really have only yourself to blame, right?"

That is the black and white view, and while Dick likes to think he's never been that naive, life would be happier if he was.

"Unfortunately, I have this thing called a conscience, and an advanced intellect that allows me to sympathize with other people. It's a drag, but--"

He pauses to tug a chair over. He's not entirely sure if he wants to rephrase.

"The stuff those people did to you, I'm-- I mean, people who'd brainwash you to think every criminal needs to die, it's hard to believe they wouldn't convince you your life is just as worthless."