Bruce began to open his mouth to respond, paused midway, then closed it again. He wanted to ask what Ross' discourse amounted to in practical terms. He wanted to know how to apply them to his training, to grow stronger. 
But of course, that was just a symptom of the problem that had brought Ross to call for him. There weren't practical, concrete rules to follow for balancing rampant emotions when someone inevitably encountered them, and even if there were, they would need to be tailored to each individual. No one else would be able to answer that for him. 
[color=0072bc]"I think I understand now."[/color] Bruce said, allowing his gaze to wander. Warmth from the sun beamed upon him, and for the first time in a while, he noticed. He took in, once again, the scale of the guild, and remembered all over that he belonged somewhere. 
Chaos within order... Truthfully, Bruce had carried two physical reminders of what he'd lost with him at every moment. He'd never thought much about the reason- it had just felt natural. But self-reproach had also become natural to him, even when it wasn't warranted. Perhaps having a concrete reason to be alive after such a long time had triggered the deterioration of his own internal schism. Instead of locking it down to prevent further outbreak, he had to resolve it.