(happily) Dearest Sam, your letters are all that have kept me sane, these past four months. The Keystone Bridge is finally nearing completion and I'll be able to come home, at last. I've suffered you in my dreams every night, your voice a whisper in my heart.

(sad) I heard the whistle long before I'd reached the Opera House. Frantic, elongated blasts echoed through the fog and I knew. And yet still I ran, practically flew down the cobbled streets, hoping against hope.

(angry and sad yet hesitant) You don't understand. He was more than... he was more than a friend, I loved him.. like a brother. I can't let this go, I won't and I'm one of the few people in Gotham who have a chance of putting an end to this monster.