That look flashes across his face. The same one when he said 'I'm doing it again'. His shoulders start to rise like he's going to be defensive about it, but he looks guilty, and frustrated. Maybe the Matthew Murdock she met is the blind lawyer seated next to Franklin Nelson when they just haphazardly threw their law firm together, the only two people in the precinct who believed her. The one who can meander around a courtroom and take everyone apart using just his words, but can't pour himself a cup of coffee. But that's not him and he's actually sick and tired of being sick and tired of having this fight.
His shoulders slump and he curls loose fists in his lap. He doesn't want to lie down even though every part of his body is screaming at him to just stop being so tightly wound and angry all the time, and just take it easy for a while.
Matt's lips part and he takes in a breath like he's about to say something. Only the words don't come to him just yet. Because he knows 'I'm glad you're okay' is going to launch her into one of her 'you don't get to do this to me' talks. So he's going to own what he did, because he's not sorry about burying what was left of the Hand. He's not sorry about protecting his city.
"I stayed behind. In Midland Circle." He lowers his head, running his thumb over his palm. "I chose my city over you. Over Foggy. I chose Daredevil over you. And I can't- I won't-" He swallows the lump in his throat even though it feels like eating razorblades. He sounds as physically and emotionally exhausted as he looks. "I won't be made to feel sorry. For who I am. I'm only sorry that you thought I was a better man."
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His shoulders slump and he curls loose fists in his lap. He doesn't want to lie down even though every part of his body is screaming at him to just stop being so tightly wound and angry all the time, and just take it easy for a while.
Matt's lips part and he takes in a breath like he's about to say something. Only the words don't come to him just yet. Because he knows 'I'm glad you're okay' is going to launch her into one of her 'you don't get to do this to me' talks. So he's going to own what he did, because he's not sorry about burying what was left of the Hand. He's not sorry about protecting his city.
"I stayed behind. In Midland Circle." He lowers his head, running his thumb over his palm. "I chose my city over you. Over Foggy. I chose Daredevil over you. And I can't- I won't-" He swallows the lump in his throat even though it feels like eating razorblades. He sounds as physically and emotionally exhausted as he looks. "I won't be made to feel sorry. For who I am. I'm only sorry that you thought I was a better man."