Piper had recognized his soft heart just as quick as she had recognized his telltale hunter's stone. Protective charm... Always so quaint. It offered a false sense of security. The very act of being one, a hunter, offered a false sense of security. Piper took great pleasure in shattering such an illusion as cruel as that seemed. But this one, Matt was his name (and it rang just as true to her as Faith's name had and did), was different. There was still a chance for him. A chance to save him. Why force someone to kill like that? All stakes and guilt and hatred when it could be so much more fun? He didn't know what he needed but luckily for Matt Murdock, Piper did. Piper knew. Of course, it wouldn't come easily so she had to mould it, change the story. Manipulate the narrative. That's why she'd lodged the wooden bullets into her own skin, the wounds bleeding as she refused them the opportunity to heal. It was why she had smeared blood across her face and was mimicking the whimpers of her victims. Or was it more of a memory of when she was the victim?
It didn't matter.
"Help! Help me, please! He--- He's after me, I- I-," she suddenly bolted out, knocking into Matt, her hands grabbing for the front of his shirt. She locked eyes with him, almost giving herself away, before she suddenly pulled back, fear written all over her face. "No, no no. You're one of them! You--- Stay away!"
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