Jessica Jones. Luke Cage. Danny Rand. Colleen Wing. Misty Knight. Claire Temple. A whole team of people who are nothing like you, because your bullshit "it's all up to you and relying on other people is a weakness" always falls apart. You want to talk about war, get your head out of your own ass long enough to realize that your crusade and what you think you know doesn't mean a thing anymore.
[ The question wasn't meant for him - none of this is meant for him; that much is obvious.
If they were back home, maybe Foggy might have to concede the argument. Maybe, because while Stick has a really, really good point, Foggy has yet to find an argument good enough that he couldn't poke a few holes in it. He'd have to take a step back, though, re-evaluate, be personally affronted over idiot boyfriend and the implication that there's only one kind of war and it's the kind Stick knows.
But they're not home. They're not home, and Stick can talk about him naively joining this fight all he wants, but it's his fight, and he understands it better than Stick does. Mercury chose him, and Foggy's a few months past the time when he spent most of his days wondering why. ]
We're in Imperial Rome, and people like you don't win wars here. Soldiers can fight for years and end up coming home without it meaning anything because some soft adviser talked real pretty in the ear of an emperor and changed his mind about who their enemy was; and people with the right kind of grit can get on the wrong side of the gods faster than you can blink.
[ His grip on Matt's knee tightens as he turns his focus on in Matt, like if he just focuses hard enough he can will Stick out of existence. ]
He's wrong, Matt. You've saved more people both as Matt Murdock and as Daredevil than he ever could've, and the strength you have didn't come from him. He knows the Hand, but he didn't know anything about Fisk and he doesn't know anything about the Titans. We already beat one of those just fine without him, and we can do it here, too.
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[ The question wasn't meant for him - none of this is meant for him; that much is obvious.
If they were back home, maybe Foggy might have to concede the argument. Maybe, because while Stick has a really, really good point, Foggy has yet to find an argument good enough that he couldn't poke a few holes in it. He'd have to take a step back, though, re-evaluate, be personally affronted over idiot boyfriend and the implication that there's only one kind of war and it's the kind Stick knows.
But they're not home. They're not home, and Stick can talk about him naively joining this fight all he wants, but it's his fight, and he understands it better than Stick does. Mercury chose him, and Foggy's a few months past the time when he spent most of his days wondering why. ]
We're in Imperial Rome, and people like you don't win wars here. Soldiers can fight for years and end up coming home without it meaning anything because some soft adviser talked real pretty in the ear of an emperor and changed his mind about who their enemy was; and people with the right kind of grit can get on the wrong side of the gods faster than you can blink.
[ His grip on Matt's knee tightens as he turns his focus on in Matt, like if he just focuses hard enough he can will Stick out of existence. ]
He's wrong, Matt. You've saved more people both as Matt Murdock and as Daredevil than he ever could've, and the strength you have didn't come from him. He knows the Hand, but he didn't know anything about Fisk and he doesn't know anything about the Titans. We already beat one of those just fine without him, and we can do it here, too.