[On the outside it would look like two salty types out to watch men beat one another to a pulp. For Matty Murdock, son of Battlin' Jack, it would be a date, a meaningful way to connect the present to the past. He hasn't been to a match as a ringside spectator since Jack Murdock bled out in an alleyway. It's not the same. It never will be. The connection to the sport resonates with him, through the years in his head and heart as sure as he feels the world around him.
Tension is high in John, his teeth meeting and clutching as though trying to buckle down and hold onto what he wants to refuse. At least it isn't a lie.
Matt's hands clutch on him tighter. He swallows.]
Why--why isn't he at peace?
[Guilt as fresh as that horrible night is on him in a second. When you're dead and gone, after the prayers are said and the box you rest in forever is in the ground you're not supposed to do much more than see the afterlife. Wasn't Jack faithful? Was he a sinner? Or did Matt's actions somehow mess it up so that the old man would never know peace and comfort?]
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Tension is high in John, his teeth meeting and clutching as though trying to buckle down and hold onto what he wants to refuse. At least it isn't a lie.
Matt's hands clutch on him tighter. He swallows.]
Why--why isn't he at peace?
[Guilt as fresh as that horrible night is on him in a second. When you're dead and gone, after the prayers are said and the box you rest in forever is in the ground you're not supposed to do much more than see the afterlife. Wasn't Jack faithful? Was he a sinner? Or did Matt's actions somehow mess it up so that the old man would never know peace and comfort?]