"No," Baby's reply is sharp and intense, very, very heartfelt. "It's not on you. You can't live your life like this."

He'd know, because he does the same thing. And if he was to apply the same logic to himself, maybe his thoughts would be very different from what they currently are. But their circumstances are different, too. Baby has to live with his own choice of killing Bats. Lydia didn't drive into a pole to skewer her friend.

But then Lydia keeps going. Talks about what she can hear, sense, what she knows, her powers. Baby sits back again, his appetite mostly gone by now; not because of what she's saying, although he does feel overwhelmed by it.

"I can't even imagine what that's like. I'm sorry, that must be... awful. I still don't think it means you are responsible for everyone around you, though, Lydia. That's too much to bear, for anyone."