( truth be told, he doesn't really want it. it just seems too wrong to throw it back into the drink that ruined it in the first place. it might be good for someone else, the thick paper can be used for writing or maps or something similar. that said, it's of no use to Matt; he'll probably just leave it behind when he goes.

when Elektra passes him, the scent of blood, even under skin, distracts him from his misery. if that wasn't enough, the hiss does. ) Elektra, just leave it. ( his spark of anger had been dumb and childish, yes, and now he feels worse because she hurt herself trying to pick up the ruined bible he'd rejected. Elektra ignores him. well, at least that's familiar. )

Your ribs aren't broken, are they? ( his fingers twitch with the desire to touch her and sort out if she's hurt and the refusal to let himself. ) Dislocated in the crash, since I was below deck and bounced off the wall when it happened. It's fine now. ( bc ofc to Matt, a dislocated shoulder is "fine now" once it's set and the joint is back in place. )