Everything leading up to this had felt like so much, more than Matt could understand or make sense of, but then Karen continued - telling him that Fisk was out again, under some sort of government decree, that Karen and Foggy both were getting involved to put him back behind bars, putting themselves in Fisk's sights once again. And finally Father Lanthom, it felt like Matt had been punched, like the wind had been knocked from him at the knowledge that Father Lanthom had put himself between Karen and a blade meant for her.
Matt couldn't help the emotions that rose up within him either. Father Lanthom had long time been a voice of understanding and guidance for him. They didn't always talk outright about what he was or what he could do, but the priest had always helped him find his way. And he was gone, and Matt hadn't even been there. Or he supposed maybe he had in some way, but he hadn't been there and it felt like his fault even this far removed from the event.
"I..." What could he possibly say at a time like this? When he'd failed to protect those who were important to him so spectacularly. A part of Matt had always known he wasn't enough, that he couldn't always come out on top, he was Battlin' Jack's boy after all, of course he'd get beat. It had always only ever been a matter of time. Matt wiped the tears from his face, tried to pull himself together just a little, just enough because there was more that Karen was still waiting to tell him and he didn't know how there could possibly be more than this but he needed to hear it.