We have different understandings of the word alone, buddy. You might've had an entire army at your side, but you were still alone as hell where it matters. The ones who finished the war had nothing to do with your philosophy. For all your talk about knowing what a real warrior and real strength were like, you and your kind failed, and the ones who made it count were a ragtag bunch of people just trying to do their best.

[ If he was a more cruel person, he would point out that Stick's army was no where to be found in the end, that the boy he'd manipulated and abandoned had found a better family, and the girl he'd used to try to further that manipulation had ended up killing him. For all Stick's talk about knowing what needs to be done to win, everything he tried sure as hell backfired spectacularly on him.

All right, actually - he would be that cruel of a person, if Matt wasn't sitting right here listening to all of this. He's pretty sure that all of that would hurt Matt more than it would Stick, and Foggy can't bring himself to be the one to use any of that to take potshots at Stick, no matter how true it might be.

Especially not since, admittedly, he doesn't know the whole story of everything that happened with Stick.

And especially not when, despite stubbornly trying to ignore everything Stick says, there's still a slow growing ice in his veins at all his talk about Elektra. That he sent her to Matt, used her to manipulate him, played both of them and yet - and yet he's afraid that Matt believes what Stick's saying. That Elektra really does understand Matt better than Foggy could. No matter how deep in his bones he feels that that's wrong, it doesn't mean anything if Matt thinks it's true.

His hand fumbles for Matt's, and he falls back on the now familiar gesture of pressing it against his heart. His breathing might not be under control, but he knows his pulse is steady. ]

I'm alive right now because of you, Matt. If you can't believe anything else, can you believe that?