Was their friendship still there? It was, but greed and ambition had driven Billy Russo to commit a series of terrible deeds. In the end, the two had to settle things here.
Facing Rachel's question, Daisy thought for a moment. "How should I put it? Logically speaking, the man with the skull on his chest is a good person, and the man he's fighting is a bad person. But that bad person once did good things too. He fought for his country and bled for his comrades. There's no good or evil here today. One seeks revenge, the other resists. All you can say is that they're both pitiful people."
Daisy did not step in to help. Revenge was The Punisher's greatest obsession. Beating Jigsaw Billy Russo's face to a pulp, beating him into severe injuries and amnesia—that was his salvation.
In The Punisher's earliest stories, everyone around him was normal, while he alone was like a lunatic—crazy, dazed, and prone to roaring at the slightest provocation.
But after The Punisher crippled Billy Russo and avenged his great grievance, he became clear-headed. In the stories that followed, he was the most lucid one, while everyone around him turned into lunatics!
If he liked fighting, then let him fight.
With the mindset of watching a live broadcast, the two watched their deadly battle below from a hill more than ten thousand meters away.
As the battle intensified, Rachel gradually pieced together the rough chain of events.
"This man killed his best friend's entire family? How could he do something so vicious?" Rachel had a strong sense of justice. She despised Billy Russo and wished she could go down there and grind him to dust herself.
Daisy stopped her. This was not their revenge; it was The Punisher's. The two only needed