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The fight is not for me. I will never see that perfect world. I fight for everyone else. For everyone who can’t. To make sure that for them... the dawn will always come.
Shut up. I am quite the expert on self-destructive despair. I know exactly what it’s like to have nothing. To have taken from me all the light there is.
Lately, I feel like I’m thrashing in a big, scummy ocean. And al the sharks are down below, watching my legs... and biding their time.
Jesus appeared to Paul on the road as a vision. A vision that left Paul blinded for days. Sometimes I think God blinded me... so I won’t be able to see the vision.
Daredevil represents something bigger than myself. And if that’s the case... then Daredevil needs to be better.
I can’t do this anymore. No one could. The fear. Over and over. I used to be the Man Without Fear. I was not afraid. But no one could take this.
I’m paralyzed. Strapped inside a metal skeleton by creatures made of material soundwaves. Meanwhile, somewhere, the Avengers are probably beating up a mugger or something.
I know you’re here, Foggy. I can hear you sweating. Okay, I’m guessing about the sweat, but you have to admit, the odds are pretty good.
