Want to understand the meaning of life?
No, wait. Want to become stronger?
Matt didn't answer. He raised his head as though looking at John.
His sightless eyes were bright, yet they never focused on anyone.
He hadn't been born blind. As a child, he had saved someone, and his eyes had never seen again.
The boy who had grown up with only his father became a lawyer.
He was fortunate: he had met Stick as a child, Fudge at school as an adult, and then founded a law firm with him after they started working.
He was unfortunate: his father had been murdered for refusing to throw a fight. He had no mother, had lost his father, and was blind in both eyes.
He had seen the light, then lost it forever. That was more devastating than darkness that had never ended.
He was a devout believer. Darkness hadn't consumed his heart; his faith gave him tremendous strength.
The super senses born from his misfortune allowed him to become Daredevil, fighting for justice in Hell's Kitchen at night.
He asked, "Why me?"
He asked John.
Their meeting had involved neither drama nor conflict.
A lawyer with justice in his heart had happened to "overestimate himself" and help a devil wearing human skin.
He had brought him home and shared a cup of coffee.
Then his newly opened law firm had become counsel to the renowned Wick family.
John could have handled Hell Paradise alone, without any need for him.
As for Satan's Mansion, he hadn't even needed to ask what John had done to make them hunt him.
Matt had seen John kill. He had also seen how John used words and suggestion to drive people insane.
There was nothing they had in common that justified their association.
His