( he feels immediately defensive, of a life he's already lost. a desperateness to draw lines in the sand and demand she adhere by them, because if he doesn't and she slips past his defenses then he'll be at risk of the same pain he'd been in after she left him the first time. it's pointless, though, isn't it? he can't demand she stay away from him, away from his friends, to stay away from the life he'd slowly built without her. because it's already gone, he lost it in an instant, broken and bleeding and alone in his bed.
Matt is still debating how to respond to the idea she was keeping tabs on him when she drops a completely different bombshell. it's a name she shouldn't know, it's the one thing he'd never shared with her. the mentor that had abandoned him once he started to care a little too much, the one that still dropped in and out of his life when he needed something. Matt has a sad little pattern going, doesn't he? start to care and suffer the consequences.
Elektra's heartbeat is just like it always is. steady, unwavering, undeniable. )
How the hell do you know Stick? ( that's a good place to start, but additionally, ) Why ... to follow me? Or... ( his sunglasses aren't on, it makes it easy to track the wheels turning. the dots connecting. when they'd been together she'd been constantly pushing him to his limits. stealing things, breaking things, once they'd stopped a mugger together and left him broken and bleeding in an alley and they'd gone home and fucked with the man's blood still on his hands. those memories are unraveling, taking another cast, falling to pieces in his hands. )
So was all a lie to convince me to kill for his pathetic war. ( this time the emotion he's letting on isn't just anger, it's worse. heavy and heartbroken. what he's hearing is that she'd never loved him, it'd been an act to break him of what little morality he had left. and despite the fact he's tried to convince himself all this time she couldn't have loved him if she could leave him behind, the reality of it is still unbearable. )
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Matt is still debating how to respond to the idea she was keeping tabs on him when she drops a completely different bombshell. it's a name she shouldn't know, it's the one thing he'd never shared with her. the mentor that had abandoned him once he started to care a little too much, the one that still dropped in and out of his life when he needed something. Matt has a sad little pattern going, doesn't he? start to care and suffer the consequences.
Elektra's heartbeat is just like it always is. steady, unwavering, undeniable. )
How the hell do you know Stick? ( that's a good place to start, but additionally, ) Why ... to follow me? Or... ( his sunglasses aren't on, it makes it easy to track the wheels turning. the dots connecting. when they'd been together she'd been constantly pushing him to his limits. stealing things, breaking things, once they'd stopped a mugger together and left him broken and bleeding in an alley and they'd gone home and fucked with the man's blood still on his hands. those memories are unraveling, taking another cast, falling to pieces in his hands. )
So was all a lie to convince me to kill for his pathetic war. ( this time the emotion he's letting on isn't just anger, it's worse. heavy and heartbroken. what he's hearing is that she'd never loved him, it'd been an act to break him of what little morality he had left. and despite the fact he's tried to convince himself all this time she couldn't have loved him if she could leave him behind, the reality of it is still unbearable. )