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❝you got into harvard law?❞
❝what? like it's hard?❞
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Matt Murdock could do a lot of impossible things. He could move around the city performing incredible feats at night, win most of his law cases with smooth finesse and be awa...
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"THERE'S A WOMAN who comes here, Matthew," Sister Maggie said, her firm voice taking on a softer tone as she walked through the basement, her soft shoes padding against the cold, stone flooring. She sounded disjointed, perhaps almost clumsy. But Matt knew that was no fault of her own, that was thanks to his hearing. Deaf in one ear and blind, he thought to himself. He might as well give up.
"I'm sure lots of women come here," Matt replied. It was more of a grumble than anything. He didn't understand where Sister Maggie was going with this, and he didn't really care. He just wanted to be alone. The bed in Clinton Church's basement wasn't the most comfortable thing, but even that didn't bother him. Once, it would have. That was another lifetime ago, before God had truly given up on him.
A short sniff from Sister Maggie came in response to Matt's disgruntled comment. She continued speaking, and Matthew acknowledged that her voice was growing in volume and her padded footsteps approached his bed.
"She asks after you," Sister Maggie said. That piqued Matt's attention. He shuffled in the bed, his aching body propped up by his elbows. Sister Maggie placed fresh sheets at the end of the bed, and her brown eyes observed Matt with an expression that was a mix between curious and pitiful.
"Father Lantom says she's been here before. She prays here, sometimes. Other items she just sits for a while. I've not spoken to her, but Father Lantom said she's someone from Matt Murdock's life," Sister Maggie said, the last part of her sentence was slightly clipped. A dig at him, of course. I'd rather die as the Devil than live as Matt Murdock.
"Does she have a name?" Matt asked, followed quickly by a quiet scoff from Sister Maggie. He wasn't totally deaf. Not yet, anyway.
"Ah. So you do still care about Matt Murdock, then," Sister Maggie said. Matt grit his teeth, she was trying to catch him out. Of course she was. She hadn't taken his recent attitude change well. He didn't know why she cared, though. It wasn't any of her business. A sigh slipped from Matt's chapped lips, an indifferent expression plastered on his face.
"I just wanted to know her name."
"And if I told you?" Sister Maggie retorted, her eyebrows raised as she observed the man laying in the bed. He didn't speak much. And when he did, it was just bitterness and pain. She wished that he'd reveal what had happened to him, why he felt the way he did. Maybe that way she'd be able to help him.
