[Damian was up again after that last stabbing. Another failure to fuel his hatred. The wound closes and things resting around him as he rises to his feet ready to start a new.] Mother! COME OUT THIS INSTA--HNGH! [He feels something yank him back, dragging him away. His Robin gear and sword melting away as he was forced out of the replay.]

NO! Stop! [He snarls, elbowing what's holding him, struggling to pull away.] I have him! She is watching! She will come out! YOU WILL MOTHER! FACE ME! [He starts to scream at the replay, continuing his futile struggle against Jon's hold. He knew it was just a memory, but that didn't mean she wasn't here. Even if just a magical illusion... He wanted to see her. Needed to see her. This sick show she set up as a lesson for him. For Father, of course, she was watching! He grits his teeth, and let out an angry snarl when he felt a sting in his eyes that he didn't feel often.]

No. NO! Who fucking DARES--!

[Damian finally looks back to see what was snaring him.’ Jon?! Why was Jon doing this? Why was he here?! No, no. He didn't want him to see this. Didn't want anyone to see this. His greatest shame.] Get out! Why--Stop this! Let me go! I'm going to finish this! GET OUT! [He shouts, facing Jon now and hitting at him even if it was hurting himself more to do so than Jon, but the pain wasn't going to stop him. It never did.]