"What if? Maybe you could see and still have those abilities..."
Elektra's voice gradually faded. She knew how hollow her words sounded.
The corners of Matt's lips lifted. His voice was gentle, but his words were firm and sorrowful. "Elektra, I can't take that gamble."
Before losing his sight, he had been just an ordinary child in Hell's Kitchen. Aside from being reasonably intelligent, he had even been physically scrawny. When the school bullies picked on him, all he could do was run.
Darkness had robbed him of daylight, but it had also honed his senses and made him Daredevil. He could accept never seeing the light again. What he couldn't accept was losing the power to fight evil and letting down everyone who trusted him.
"I'm sorry, Elektra. I can't see what you look like with my own eyes..."
Elektra took Matt's hand and shook her head. How could she possibly bear to blame him?
Matt turned toward Miaomiao. "I'm sorry, Miaomiao. I can't accept your kind offer."
Miaomiao wanted to say more, but after glancing at Bruce beside her, she closed her mouth again.
Fine. These two had similar personalities. Once they made up their minds, they would follow their chosen path to the bitter end. Trying to persuade them wouldn't do any good.
"But there's one thing you have to listen to me about." Miaomiao opened her hand. A small glass bottle rested in her palm, the powder inside giving off a soft, delicate shimmer in the light, as though a sky full of stars and moonlight had been crushed and left to flow gently in her slender palm.
Those were the pearls Miaomiao had saved over the past few days, already ground into fine powder.
"Take this. When you go home tonight, fill a bathtub with