I do.

[A beat.] Angela, Hector's niece, came to me. When Hector died. She checked my own privilege. I have it, even while having been on the shit receiving end of people like Stark's. I just wish people would be open to learn. So. It's not about ranting. It's about finding solutions. One at a time. I know Fisk is the priority now.

Yeah. She and I bond over tea now. And she became a sounding board when Lantom died. I don't know. My dad... he was just solid, you know? He was always there. Always. My mother... we had to work to trust one another. It taught me a lot about myself. About giving people grace.

You remind me of him sometimes.

... maybe. I mean, that does mean a lot. Hero or whatever, standing up matters. I can't call Frank a hero, but he's on our side. I do call people who aren't fighters who rise up heroes. Yeah. Anyone who is willing to stand up for what matters and set their ego aside, we need right now. Along with people like you, who stood the tide no matter what.

... my mom went through a lot. She was sick. I don't know that it's my story to tell. I found out she was my mother in my thirties. After my time at the orphanage. Just know that I was safe at the orphanage, even if I was one of many. And she was who I needed her to be after Lantom died.

I think you're ridiculous, but the world needs a little ridiculous. And that you're stubborn, for the people who need it.

No. It's not black and white. But there do have to be some lines. Accountability. A social contract in place. We can't do whatever we want. We have to work alongside a society that aims for the best. If not... it's our civic duty to rebel and demand better.

Me, too. I'm even more happy for all the kids she's helped who never had a father or a Stick. Those kids who only ever knew Sister Maggie and the others at the orphanage - what a little fireball of ethical indignation and unrelenting love we have coming.

I didn't mean that. Foggy wasn't just... [A beat, because it hurts to have what he meant brought to such reductionist terms. A failure in doing what he meant, what Foggy meant, justice.] I think I'm too tired to talk about it right now. I'm not saying it right.

I saw Frank. He doesn't see this as his fight. [Matt's voice holds some judgement, which is always part of why he and Frank can never stay on the same page for long. A clash of ideologies that Matt has now drawn as a permanent refusal to help, rather than Frank doing Frank's Own Shit in Frank's Own Way - which is PRECISELY Why Fury never recruited either Frank or Matt. They are two sides of the same damn coin. Matt does Matt's Shit Matt's Way. His way just falls in line with Peter's, with Kate's, with the Defenders, so there's no real clash. Frank, though? Frank will talk Matt to death on a rooftop with one or the other chained for hours and Go Through It - fight an army - then go back to fighting yelling at one another. The epitome of a couple that Stays Up To Fight rather than going to bed angry.]

For her, you mean? She seems to like what she does, but you'd have to ask.

I just... meant it well. The world needs more people like Foggy.

[He, Matt, needed more people like that in his life.]

... I talked to him right after Hector's case. He knew about the task force. The bullets. [Though it has gotten worse.] I can't deal with Frank right now. Let's get through Fisk's gala.

Yeah. She said she had a calling. A destiny. [Matt loved his dad, he idolized Jack Murdock and took the morality of how to be a good man from him. Yet the suffering and shame, the dragging herself up to become something new that protected others with a feral shield... Daredevil felt in his soul that he was Maggie's son.]

I was talking about how you were like him. Not me.

He didn't seem to. [A grudging tone in his voice. Like Matt wants to rail, but when hearing another's rebuke it's like a brother getting huffy on behalf of another brother. Only Matt can give shit until he knows otherwise.] Right. Yeah. I should get changed.

I guess it does.

You bring people together. Even at that shitfaced dinner.

I'm not gonna say I've had worse days and jinx us.

Have you ever fought while drunk?

If it's an ancient style it's not one that I was trained in. Stick must have kept it to himself.

I do think his image matters to him.

Who's that guy that used to do them? Jackie Chan?

She says like she doesn't already have those things probably in storage.

I forgot about Bruce Lee. I know, it's shameful. I did see a few of those movies before I lost my eyesight.

[A lot of action movies were lost on Matt, even when they had the visually impaired closed caption that narrated the action on screen. Those sorts of movies had to have really good dialogue and plot to keep him interested.]

Let me guess, from your LARP friends?

It's all right to say missing out. I do miss out on some things. I have a lot of other blessings in my life, but yeah, sometimes it's disappointing. Sometimes things are harder. It's okay to say that. And there are a lot of movies that are easier to enjoy, so I get to still experience those. Especially nowadays when some shows have the visually impaired narration.

[Matt has experienced all of his friends and loved ones go through this process, so he's all right with it. He's glad though that Kate is more comfortable about it now.]

What are you when you play? A ranger? Or is that too on the nose?

It's kind of you that you're open to being aware now. It means a lot to me. [A beat.] I feel for those who are blind and don't have my senses. You know? They have it much harder than I do. As for what I see... it's like a world on fire. Which isn't as bad as it sounds. I can sense the heat coming off of people. The scent of them. It can outline certain things for me, like bodies. I can't see details, though. I don't know the color of your skin, or the shape of your eyes. I can't sense anything on a screen.

I can see you as a ninja. A thief... makes me want to check my pockets.

General shapes yes. Colors no. So I can maneuver around a table because the air is a little different around it, but I don't know what it's made of unless I touch it, and I don't know what color it is at all. [Why did his mind go to Foggy joking about how Matt somehow always had a soft spot for red heads when Kate asked what he thought she looked like?] I kind of jump around in envisioning people. I've pictured you with all sorts of hair color.

Damn. I'm going to have to get creative in where I carry my phone.