It was going so well, too, until it wasn't. It's such a simple explanation for so much that Joker kind of wants to laugh, although that might be his own delicate state of mind and coping mechanisms talking.

Leaning back, he runs a hand across his face- a hand that now feels strange and as if it doesn't belong. Ugh. Will he get to keep this arm? It's damn useful, in his opinion. "If here was somethin' worse, then ya think they coulda left a-" His hand flicks through the air, aimless gestures that don't mean anything. Filler time. "-A diary, or descendant who knows the reasons, or anythin'. As it is, now we're all at each other's heels and throats."