[ Matt recognizes the sound of hands dragging over a face in distress, the obscured sound of breath, the brushing of skin. (Foggy did it often when there was drama at his work.) He hesitates again, wondering if he's going to find himself guilty of repeating the same mistakes his other self had. ]

We were tired of sitting by knowing people were getting hurt or worse. We wanted to help more than we could in the daylight hours. I knew I might get hurt trying to help a stranger, I learned that the hard way. The lives we could save outweighed the risk for me, and I happened to be damn good in a fight after all the training we did.

I... Worried you wouldn't approve. And I- I didn't want you to feel responsible for my safety if you did find out. It was important to me that I was Mari's partner, not the blind man to be worried over. In many ways it brought us closer together.