[Supposedly Stick is in his holy war for retribution, for a balance. How can you have that when you don't even give a shit about what you have? His two pupils could have been more than pawns, they could have been sons and he threw them away. And what about Elektra? All of them are equally twisted and marred by this war before it had even reached the doorstep. That had nothing to do with the Hand and everything to do with how this bitter old man tried to teach them. One shouldn't make hindsight jokes involving blind people.
Matt is horrified to say the least at seeing his sibling hit. Yet remarkably so, he stands. It's just. This is all too strange. A horror movie, a nightmare. Everything in such unrecognizable proportions.]
Michael, please. We don't have to fight.
[And is he--? He's pausing.]
Michael. Mike... that's who you are. Don't you remember?
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Matt is horrified to say the least at seeing his sibling hit. Yet remarkably so, he stands. It's just. This is all too strange. A horror movie, a nightmare. Everything in such unrecognizable proportions.]
Michael, please. We don't have to fight.
[And is he--? He's pausing.]
Michael. Mike... that's who you are. Don't you remember?