"Batman, in these short two months, you saw the darkest side of this city. No, perhaps not even the darkest side, after all, you brought quite a lot with you—at least far more than an umbrella."
"Before you came here, you mastered martial arts, made countless inventions, worked out year-round, possessed unbelievably good health, a very flexible mind, and no bad habits whatsoever."
"You thought you were alone, experiencing life, but in truth, you possessed more than everyone here put together."
"You came to Gotham's Slums with those advantages and saw how the people here lived. Then you realized that everything you had done for the past decade or so had been useless."
"As long as there is soil for evil, poisonous plants will grow. No matter how many flowers you cut down, you cannot stop thousands upon thousands of seeds from taking root."
"You despaired over this. As a failure, you comforted yourself with a bitter smile, but you did not really want to laugh. You were merely clumsily imitating it..."
Schiller stood where he was and touched his ear. "I didn't hear you wanting to laugh, so that smile on your face was utterly disgusting."
"But now, you can laugh from the bottom of your heart, because I'm a tolerant man—the most tolerant man in all of Gotham. Even if you collapsed before me now, I would never hurt you."
"On the contrary, I'd be delighted to send you back to Wayne Manor. That is where you belong."
"Everything you need is there: food to fill your stomach, medicine to treat your wounds, a bed where you can rest, safety, pleasure, warmth. It's time you had those things."
"You've seen it already, haven't you?" Schiller spread his hands. "You've already reduced yourself to this state, and you've experienced