It was hard to admit that now Matt had lost everything he had in his life. His friends turned their back on him when he needed them the most. And now Electra, the only person who accepted his dark side, was dead. No, not just dead. She was killed while trying to save Matt's life, and that's why it hurt much more.

Stick once told that everyone ends up alone, and you must accept this inevitable loneliness to become someone... above the average. Getting ready for the final fight with The Hand was a purpose for which Stick chose Matt, Electra and other children and made them his apprentices, but they had to become warriors on their own, not team players or soldiers in some kind of anti-Hand army. Maybe that's why The Hand had some advantage over them: their ninjas fought together while so-called heroes were divided.

Now that even superheroes like Iron Man and Captain America had parted, no wonder that regular, street heroes still couldn't unite. When even a national hero becomes a wanted terrorist, you just can't trust anyone unconditionally. Moreover, Matt couldn't trust even himself. He still haven't decided yet if he was one of the good guys, or the bad ones.

He used to think that he found his salvation in faith, but he couldn't remember the last time he prayed and what or whom he prayed for. He couldn't pray for saving his soul anymore, it was stained by blood of his enemies. He couldn't pray for peace, he just couldn't imagine what peace should be like. He couldn't pray for those who were dead, 'cause if they were still alive they wouldn't encourage his choices and deeds. Matt couldn't speak to God anymore, he was a daredevil - the Daredevil- and this dark side of him was taking over his whole personality.

Matt left the building not feeling anything but emotional pain caused by Electra's death, but by the time he returned to his apartment he ran out of adrenaline and felt the pain of every broken bone and every bruise he got in that fight with ninjas.

He's got fast regeneration ability from his father. One of the best boxers in the past, Jack was later paid for getting beaten up by others. He used to come home with countless bruises and cuts, and Matt had to stitch his wounds. It didn't take long for him to mend, and Jack went back to the ring. And Matt always does. All he needed is just to make sure that there were no critical injuries.

Claire opened a door, and Matt sighed with relief. It took more than an hour to get to her place, but it felt like a lifetime. He leaned against a doorjamb not sure that he won't fall right after he crosses the threshold.
“I won't mind if you grab me and tear my clothes off,” Matt smiled joylessly. “But I can't promise to go further this time.”