"Trouble is, you think that's the problem. I know you loved me, you know I loved you. You lied to me. You broke my trust. You fucking used me. You know I never wanted to be bent and you made me bent." And whether or not Barty intended it for the greater good or whatever he thought he was doing for the city, it was a violation. And he was still struggling with it.

He gave up on pants and looked aimlessly around the room, unable to find any energy to stand and look for his phone. "You made a fool. Why? I don't get why you would do it. If you loved me, you loved me poorly."