[In a way he's glad to see that petulant childish look leave Oswald's face, he'd rather be faced with a snarling, biting animal than someone who is stubbornly refusing to move forward. Ironically he moves back when Oswald lunges for him, smoothly avoiding any kind of injury which sadly can't be said of the younger man who is now on his knees before him.]

It's good to see you have some fight left in you.

[He says after a long moment in which the only sounds in the room are Oswald's angry breathing but then he kneels back down, moving the fallen crutch away and offering Oswald a hand.]

Someone once told me, 'each has to bury their own'.

Now I don't want to have to drag you there, mate. But I will. Not because I want to hurt you, not because I want to, but it's what has to be done and because you are the only man who can do this for Nygma.

[A pause as his grey blueish eyes grow stormy and emotional.]

Just as I was the only one who could bury Bruce.