She was crying and she hated herself for that. She didn't want to use tears to get her point across, and she feared letting Matt know how much she cared, how much she still cared, how much losing him had left a hole in her. But even with the rain she knew it was obvious. She could almost feel the red around her eyes, the way her nose was likely turning red as well.
Nothing she was saying was making this easier for him, so when he led her to the alley when she'd said nothing, she didn't resist. Some part of her wanted to laugh at him guiding her, but instead she followed. The building helped to shield her from the rain, but that didn't help the tears as she dashed at her eyes with the side of her hands, hating that she cared if her mascara smeared, if she looked pathetic in Matt's eyes right that minute.
"Matt. Listen to me." She knew he was but she was trying to think, to organize her words. He had said so much and she was trying to process it, and she needed him to know what she was thinking rather than standing there and crying.
"So you should have told me. Then Foggy wouldn't be lying to me too, and trying to hide it." Like when Daredevil had gotten into it with Punisher when Reyes had used Grotto as bait. Now it made sense the way that Foggy had acted, but that didn't make it easier. "And I could have been there for you, before now, even..."
Even with that woman and not thinking he had used her and then moved on, somehow, to someone prettier. But had he? To someone who understood him more.
"Is it because she understands you more?" Even as she asked it, she hated herself for it, shaking her head and moving to brush her hair back from her face even as it stuck.. She turned, took a step, pacing as she tried to think. "You abandoned us, Matt. You left us and didn't give us a chance to be there for you. Do you have any idea what I've been doing?" Asked even as she turned back to face him, moving in close, nearly toe to toe with him.
"I've watched dead bodies be dragged out of the water, and listened while Castle killed men who followed me, and ..." And before that she had killed a man, and she couldn't say that because Matt made it clear how he felt about those things and she just wanted to scream, to cry, to be held and curl up and ignore the world. Except it would mean curling up alone, in an apartment that didn't have heat currently, and thinking about what story she should be working on, except all she could think about was Matt, and Foggy and Castle, and waiting for Fisk to one day send a man for her.
"All your secrets and Daredevil and all of it and you know what hurts the most? You chose them over us," she said, which sounded so childish but it was true, and at least she was acknowledging more than just Elektra then, right? "How many have you let in, but I wasn't what? Trustworthy enough? Is that it?" She had been suspected of murder when they met, had that still carried over to now?
Re: Karen Page | Daredevil
Nothing she was saying was making this easier for him, so when he led her to the alley when she'd said nothing, she didn't resist. Some part of her wanted to laugh at him guiding her, but instead she followed. The building helped to shield her from the rain, but that didn't help the tears as she dashed at her eyes with the side of her hands, hating that she cared if her mascara smeared, if she looked pathetic in Matt's eyes right that minute.
"Matt. Listen to me." She knew he was but she was trying to think, to organize her words. He had said so much and she was trying to process it, and she needed him to know what she was thinking rather than standing there and crying.
"So you should have told me. Then Foggy wouldn't be lying to me too, and trying to hide it." Like when Daredevil had gotten into it with Punisher when Reyes had used Grotto as bait. Now it made sense the way that Foggy had acted, but that didn't make it easier. "And I could have been there for you, before now, even..."
Even with that woman and not thinking he had used her and then moved on, somehow, to someone prettier. But had he? To someone who understood him more.
"Is it because she understands you more?" Even as she asked it, she hated herself for it, shaking her head and moving to brush her hair back from her face even as it stuck.. She turned, took a step, pacing as she tried to think. "You abandoned us, Matt. You left us and didn't give us a chance to be there for you. Do you have any idea what I've been doing?" Asked even as she turned back to face him, moving in close, nearly toe to toe with him.
"I've watched dead bodies be dragged out of the water, and listened while Castle killed men who followed me, and ..." And before that she had killed a man, and she couldn't say that because Matt made it clear how he felt about those things and she just wanted to scream, to cry, to be held and curl up and ignore the world. Except it would mean curling up alone, in an apartment that didn't have heat currently, and thinking about what story she should be working on, except all she could think about was Matt, and Foggy and Castle, and waiting for Fisk to one day send a man for her.
"All your secrets and Daredevil and all of it and you know what hurts the most? You chose them over us," she said, which sounded so childish but it was true, and at least she was acknowledging more than just Elektra then, right? "How many have you let in, but I wasn't what? Trustworthy enough? Is that it?" She had been suspected of murder when they met, had that still carried over to now?