Matt doesn't blame anyone for what happened except for Fisk's task force. He made his choices and he made them a long time ago. Far before he ever crossed paths with Frank Castle.
"Yeah. I know. I don't understand how Wilson fucking Fisk is the cult of personality for these assholes though." He knows how much it bothers Frank that they seem to think they understand the Punisher. They don't. Matt doesn't either, of course, but he has got a hell of a lot better idea than assholes who have no real code. That's one thing he can never take away from Frank Castle; he lives and will probably die by a creed.
He could say something sarcastic to keep the rhythm going but he doesn't. It's sincere enough. "You didn't need me but you know, it's my fight too. This is my city."
Matt tilts his head back, turning his neck to seek that same satisfying crack he heard from Frank's. "I hit my head. My impulse control is probably shot so I'll offer you something to wear that's not a flack jacket and fatigues and hope you don't bite my head off."
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"Yeah. I know. I don't understand how Wilson fucking Fisk is the cult of personality for these assholes though." He knows how much it bothers Frank that they seem to think they understand the Punisher. They don't. Matt doesn't either, of course, but he has got a hell of a lot better idea than assholes who have no real code. That's one thing he can never take away from Frank Castle; he lives and will probably die by a creed.
He could say something sarcastic to keep the rhythm going but he doesn't. It's sincere enough. "You didn't need me but you know, it's my fight too. This is my city."
Matt tilts his head back, turning his neck to seek that same satisfying crack he heard from Frank's. "I hit my head. My impulse control is probably shot so I'll offer you something to wear that's not a flack jacket and fatigues and hope you don't bite my head off."