[ Oh, they couldn't have put their feet further up in their collective mouths with that one.
Amidst the general clamor of feet and breathing, he hears one specific one stop, as if winded: he knows who that one belongs to, that sound, and what she's reacted to.
That's not the sound of someone who enjoys being called a thing. ]
—It's good that I'm not a hero, then.
[ And yes, Matt Murdock has the devil in him; that cold, quiet anger and grief. He knows what it is, what makes him grind his knuckles against bone and break skin with his fists.
So he's glad that Fujino can't see him bring down another thug with a crushing haymaker, see how his expression twists under his mask as the ricochet of a bullet grazes his shoulder and prompts him to disarm and break a wrist. ]
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Amidst the general clamor of feet and breathing, he hears one specific one stop, as if winded: he knows who that one belongs to, that sound, and what she's reacted to.
That's not the sound of someone who enjoys being called a thing. ]
—It's good that I'm not a hero, then.
[ And yes, Matt Murdock has the devil in him; that cold, quiet anger and grief. He knows what it is, what makes him grind his knuckles against bone and break skin with his fists.
So he's glad that Fujino can't see him bring down another thug with a crushing haymaker, see how his expression twists under his mask as the ricochet of a bullet grazes his shoulder and prompts him to disarm and break a wrist. ]