That's because you've got good instincts. There's more. This is just the most important part.

[He strokes one's hair, fondly.]

Nygma got lucky a few weeks ago. Killed me pretty hard. I lost one of them in the time it took me to come back. I figure, since we've been doing such a good job looking out for one another lately, I might need to arrange for a housesitter in case I take another unexpected trip.

I keep the ones that aren't so whole in the next room down the hall. For a while, I was trying to find a way to harness whatever brings us back to do it for them... But lately, it's just been a fridge stash that I hand out to friends. You can raid it if you're hungry.

[There's a flatness to his tone as he explains that part, though. Failure.]