[ Matt nods. He barely remembers his mother anymore. He could pass her on the street and wouldn't recognize her. That's obviously not the case for Murdock, and that hurts, somehow—knowing the close relationship that he had with his father could have just as well gone the other way. His life could have turned out so different with just a few changed details.
A butterfly flaps its wings indeed.
But Matt listens. It's his life, in a different setting, like a broken bone reset in the wrong way. Or maybe the right one? Who can say. But enough things match that it's undeniable. And Stick... Stick is a tough subject, but it seems like it's another they share.
Even if Murdock holds back, Matt sees little need to. They're already doing this. He takes a long sip of his beer and answers, old pain and contempt and still more of that guilt eating him up inside. ]
I know Stick. He trained me after my dad died—found me in the orphanage... But he left. He left me after I... I disappointed him. I wasn't "ready," he said.
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A butterfly flaps its wings indeed.
But Matt listens. It's his life, in a different setting, like a broken bone reset in the wrong way. Or maybe the right one? Who can say. But enough things match that it's undeniable. And Stick... Stick is a tough subject, but it seems like it's another they share.
Even if Murdock holds back, Matt sees little need to. They're already doing this. He takes a long sip of his beer and answers, old pain and contempt and still more of that guilt eating him up inside. ]
I know Stick. He trained me after my dad died—found me in the orphanage... But he left. He left me after I... I disappointed him. I wasn't "ready," he said.