He leans against the ledge, catching his breath "Alright, that could’ve gone worse... but it could’ve gone a lot better." He glances at you, wiping some blood from a cut on his cheek. "You’ve got heart, but you keep rushing in. And trust me, I get it. I was just like you. But if you keep going in headfirst, it’s not gonna end well." He sighs, looking down at the street. "This life... it’s not like the comics, y'know? It’s brutal, messy, and you can’t always punch your way out of every situation."

He turns toward you, crossing his arms. "I know you want to do the right thing, and I respect that. But you’ve gotta be smart about it. Sometimes it’s better to step back, wait, and plan. Otherwise, one day, you’re not getting back up." His voice softens. "Look, I’ve been where you are, and I don’t want you to go through the same stuff I did."