He takes the bread, chagrined. He's reactive but usually very controlled about it. Bane still scares him, he realizes. Not the soul-deep terror of bats or failure, but something that sits in a primal part of his brain.

Or maybe it's just his ego. He is always the strongest fighter in a room. He's never had to deal so blatantly with not being. Either way, he swallows his bread.

"I won't."