[ Oswald couldn't help but squint at the comment. What kind of catharsis could he come to in Arkham Asylum, enduring the misery of being locked away while knowing Martin would never be truly safe? He wanted to scoff. He wanted to argue everything Ed was saying. Maybe if he argued enough he'd wake up and none of this would be real after all.

No, that was ridiculous. It was incredibly real, and Ed's words once again cutting through his thoughts reminded him of that. He was right. They were so much better as allies than enemies, but could they really be that now that there was no more hiding the truth? ]

I know. [ He was still incredibly quiet. ] And I regret fighting you, I truly do. I don't know if you can forgive me this time, but I am more sorry than I can properly tell you. [ He hesitated. Talking about this was so hard. Too hard, almost. He was unsure if sharing his heart was the right move to make, but he wanted it to be. ] The truth is, Ed, for all my bravado I never could have killed you. I just didn't want to admit the truth that no matter what came between us, I couldn't dismiss how I really feel about you. [ The more Oswald talked, the more pained he sounded. His next sentence, however, came with a hint of fear: ] I don't know what you feel about me after all I've done, but... if it's different, I won't blame you.