( Matt has yet to accept his demise, either, though his had been far from dramatic. just like any other night, dragging himself home and peeling off his armor to collapse in bed, too worn and beaten and weary to even bandage his wounds. he remembers distantly how hard it'd been to breathe, and his senses slowly fading into nothingness, but he writes it off as passing out.
he can't count how many nights he's come home hurt and blacked out, to think he'd die seems an impossibility. just like Jason, he thinks he can walk away from anything, and that he's trained enough that he can take any fight he comes across.
it's funny how he doesn't think that anymore, when presented with someone else doing the fighting. ) Not possible, ( Matt says, because whether a relative stranger believes it as the truth or not, he can't in good conscience not worry. and sometimes the fact someone cares is important to hold onto in a fight, even if it's from a stranger. at least Matt needs that light in the darkness, something to keep him moving when the worst seems insurmountable. )
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he can't count how many nights he's come home hurt and blacked out, to think he'd die seems an impossibility. just like Jason, he thinks he can walk away from anything, and that he's trained enough that he can take any fight he comes across.
it's funny how he doesn't think that anymore, when presented with someone else doing the fighting. ) Not possible, ( Matt says, because whether a relative stranger believes it as the truth or not, he can't in good conscience not worry. and sometimes the fact someone cares is important to hold onto in a fight, even if it's from a stranger. at least Matt needs that light in the darkness, something to keep him moving when the worst seems insurmountable. )