In the days since he made that revelation, she had been fighting to work it all out in her head. When she should have known, what she hadn't noticed, the things she shouldn't have done. Like walk out on Matt that day. Yet it was hard, and the pain was so deep and she was being honest with him. This was letting it out instead of compartmentalizing it all, ignoring all that she hurt. Standing there though, staring at Matt, she couldn't hide it all.
"That's how it feels though,' she said, voice cracking with the sob as she crossed her arms over her chest. Not distancing, but hugging herself, needing something solid in that moment to try and keep her from just losing herself into the pain filled sobs that seemed to swell in her throat. "Yes, you were saving Hell's Kitchen, saving me and everyone else, but all it feels like is that all I've done and been through was just... I don't even know." She had killed to protect him and Foggy, and she couldn't even mention it. She knew she couldn't. Not now. Maybe not ever.
"I don't need you to protect me from you, Matt. I never did," she said, meaning it. "You knew who you were the first time you kissed me. You knew what you were doing. Why did that change? Why did you let us go?"
Because that was how it felt, even if it hadn't been his intention. She knew when the Devil of Hell's Kitchen was first talked about, and she knew when he'd started pushing them away.
"Why did you let me go?" She whispered it, unable to stop herself from asking even as her voice broke, the tears flowing fast and hard even as she tried to rub them away with the her fingertips. This wasn't where they should be having this talk, and maybe not the time. She wasn't meaning to make it his fault... she just needed reassurance that it hadn't been hers.
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"That's how it feels though,' she said, voice cracking with the sob as she crossed her arms over her chest. Not distancing, but hugging herself, needing something solid in that moment to try and keep her from just losing herself into the pain filled sobs that seemed to swell in her throat. "Yes, you were saving Hell's Kitchen, saving me and everyone else, but all it feels like is that all I've done and been through was just... I don't even know." She had killed to protect him and Foggy, and she couldn't even mention it. She knew she couldn't. Not now. Maybe not ever.
"I don't need you to protect me from you, Matt. I never did," she said, meaning it. "You knew who you were the first time you kissed me. You knew what you were doing. Why did that change? Why did you let us go?"
Because that was how it felt, even if it hadn't been his intention. She knew when the Devil of Hell's Kitchen was first talked about, and she knew when he'd started pushing them away.
"Why did you let me go?" She whispered it, unable to stop herself from asking even as her voice broke, the tears flowing fast and hard even as she tried to rub them away with the her fingertips. This wasn't where they should be having this talk, and maybe not the time. She wasn't meaning to make it his fault... she just needed reassurance that it hadn't been hers.