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[thedevilsworkisneverdone]

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[thedevilsworkisneverdone]

[From here]

Some. Certainly not all. I didn't have time to take in everything because it was all in the middle of chaos and then after you and after Fisk, I just tried to push forward so I didn't return to the tapes. He was in jail, you were put away and I thought that was going to be the last of us in each other's lives. I'm starting to worry a little about my apparent influence on people. Between you and the people who decided to put on masks, I'm not sure I'm doing a great job.

That's about the same thing, yeah. He didn't talk about whether those people could be reformed. Only that I need to be careful of them.

He was a good man, you know. That priest you killed. Certainly better than either one of us would ever be. Not that I expect any of that to matter or anything but it was a horrific thing to do and the cop was right about that. I think there can be differences between monsters and monstrous acts but I'm not always sure where you fall because, like you said, you're held on the leash by fear of consequences. And now that there are seemingly none, what happens?

[thedevilsworkisneverdone]

[From here]

[Dex had left marks on his skin that wouldn't fade but that just didn't happen to be one of them. The serious scars, the one that criss-crossed his body, weren't anything from Dex at all and had come long before he had crashed violently into Matt Murdock's life. That had been a less complicated enemy to have; it hadn't ever devolved into whatever this had become. Something strange and a siren song of all of Matt's bad choices. At least with Dex, he felt something again. Even if it was some new measure of self loathing combined with the ease of vigorous sex and kisses that bit down instead of sought sweetness.]

Don't make promises you can't keep.

[He tilted his head to capture Dex's mouth in a bruising kiss in kind. Another of those times that he could feel instead of carry old numbness]