Karen's fingers toyed with her bottle, wanting to down it and afraid to take a drink just for that reason. "I'm sorry I believed it," she said, meaning it. "I shouldn't have... I mean, I know you and I shouldn't have believed that about you."
Except it made sense. It answered the questions that needed answering and made more sense than a blind man, and her sweet, tender, caring boss, being the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
Now though her mind was putting everything together, making better sense of it all, and leaving her with a million questions, not all of which she could get answers for.
Shifting as she crossed her legs, bending forward slightly, not withdrawing from Matt as she might have in the last few weeks.
"Okay, to begin with. What I have run into because of you? Is because of me being here with you and Foggy," she said, meaning it. "Don't you dare. All we've been through, Fisk and Castle and everything in between and beyond, that was my choice to be part of since the moment you and Foggy came into that room at the precinct," she said, not willing to have him make it sound like he had dragged her along. In truth, she had dragged him and Foggy into things with Fisk, and she had gotten Ben killed, and could have gotten them killed to. She wasn't letting Matt's Catholic guilt turn this into her being entirely the innocent party in this.
"And leaving us? What was that about? Why were those other people more important than Foggy and I?" Us versus them. She couldn't help it. He had turned his back and left them for all intents and purposes. "We needed you too, Matt. Foggy needed you in that courtroom. I've..." She stopped, closing her eyes and curling her hands in together, white knuckled. "I don't want to lose you, Matt. I need you. I need you both. I can't be kept out though. I can't be expected to pretend and hide and act like... like the girl you met. I'm not her anymore, Matt. None of us are."
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Except it made sense. It answered the questions that needed answering and made more sense than a blind man, and her sweet, tender, caring boss, being the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
Now though her mind was putting everything together, making better sense of it all, and leaving her with a million questions, not all of which she could get answers for.
Shifting as she crossed her legs, bending forward slightly, not withdrawing from Matt as she might have in the last few weeks.
"Okay, to begin with. What I have run into because of you? Is because of me being here with you and Foggy," she said, meaning it. "Don't you dare. All we've been through, Fisk and Castle and everything in between and beyond, that was my choice to be part of since the moment you and Foggy came into that room at the precinct," she said, not willing to have him make it sound like he had dragged her along. In truth, she had dragged him and Foggy into things with Fisk, and she had gotten Ben killed, and could have gotten them killed to. She wasn't letting Matt's Catholic guilt turn this into her being entirely the innocent party in this.
"And leaving us? What was that about? Why were those other people more important than Foggy and I?" Us versus them. She couldn't help it. He had turned his back and left them for all intents and purposes. "We needed you too, Matt. Foggy needed you in that courtroom. I've..." She stopped, closing her eyes and curling her hands in together, white knuckled. "I don't want to lose you, Matt. I need you. I need you both. I can't be kept out though. I can't be expected to pretend and hide and act like... like the girl you met. I'm not her anymore, Matt. None of us are."