inbox | in the night.

[ultraviolents]

to be prettied up later!

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[catholicisms]

The Black Sky was just a scared little kid locked in a shipment crate. Stick killed him before he had the chance to be anything else.

( Matt's tone is plenty colored with guilt, as he feels there's some blood on his hands after that particular mission, even if he'd had no part of the killing and had done everything possible to avoid it. still, he's heard the moniker from Stick before, he remembers the viciousness his mentor had used in response to it — if Elektra was the Black Sky, it made a certain amount of sense that he'd try to kill her. that's absolutely what happened to the last poor soul that he confused as some mystical figurehead of a shadowy organization. why Stick would train Elektra if she was the exact thing he was fighting against, that made less sense. it's just another of many things stacked against her story.

despite the fact that yes, so far she hasn't told him any lies. Matt doesn't know what to think about that. perhaps she's so deadset on her own delusions, to her they seem the truth. that is a hard concept to buy, however, because for all that Matt knows about Elektra and her dark and jagged edges, he wouldn't call her out of her mind. she wasn't unhinged, so much as playing by her own rules. she doesn't present any signs that she's lost it, and Matt stubbornly thinks he'd know if she had.

what's the alternative? that she's telling the truth, some part of him whispers, but that's too hard to believe at present. it's more likely that Matt has never been able to see a lie in Elektra, and that's how he fell so hard and so deep for her in the first place. )

Do you? I highly doubt that. ( unless she's on the receiving end of a story that no part of her remembers, she is not likely to understand how jarring and uncomfortable it is to be on the receiving end of it. worse, this isn't even the first time this week someone has implied they remember things that Matt himself does not. it wasn't any more fun the first time, though at least it was from someone Matt didn't know to be a manipulator.

he turns away from her, shaking his head. ) I need to think. You should go. ( the only reason the request isn't more biting is the visceral physical memories of how she'd dragged him from the woods. as the weeks and months stretched and it became apparent she wasn't coming back, Matt had always told himself that if she tried he'd turn her away without considering anything she had to say. he's already folded on that point, and this influx of information just makes it worse. he's never going to be able to think clearly with her smell and her heartbeat clamoring in his head, reminding him of things he's for so long tried to forget. )