--I know you're all probably busy, so I'll keep this short. I just wanted to say I miss you.
If there are picnics beneath this trees boughs, ensure that you pick up after yourself because when the rain comes the water that seeps into its roots is laced with the stench of people (and you should pick up your trash - that's from me). Trees can speak to one another through a complex web of fungi that connect their roots to one another and they talk about us when we're scurrying about. They think it's funny when the breezes ruffle our hair and make us look unkempt. They hope for rain and suggest we get stronger umbrellas or better yet, raincoats.
I read your exchange with Erik Lehnsherr. Your perspective was appreciated, I just want you to know that.
That goes double for you.
Look what showed up by my bed yesterday.
Okay, so here's the deal. I'm not big on the whole bachelorette party scene, and I doubt Matt's dying for strippers, so I'm thinking the three of us get dinner together tomorrow. We can get a print out of Foggy's face so it feels a little more like he's here, too. Sound good?MATT MURDOCK:
Still no cold feet?
Edmund, I wanted to reach out to you as a lawyer and a king. I know you've been through a lot and if it's a lot please feel free to say no. But do you have the ability to officiate a wedding? Let us know what you think.
Are we friends? I need us to be friends.
Edmund isn't a priest. We can't have a Catholic ceremony.
Certainly you know this already but I wanted to tell you that before I woke in medical, I was in another room entirely and there was something in my hand. Did you ... retrieve it? It felt ridge-like. Almost like a comb or a puzzle piece.
In the meantime, I am not interested in counseling or in sitting and thinking. Put me to work.
There's a different energy in the air; smells like a storm. Those of you with (or without) the group should take shelter. The caves are probably the best place. If you need help getting there, I can come looking for you.
Hey. I'm sure this doesn't really need to be said, but can you help me keep an eye on Matt? Ezio and Leonardo were our first friends here - we were all friends in that alternate reality or whatever the hell that was before the two of us actually woke up in Atlantis. So this is ... pretty brutal, to be honest.
I'm home; it's been too long. I'm dirty and I smell like prison so don't come looking for me yet but tell me about what I missed. Particularly:What happened to Leonardo with the Strigoi? Why are you asking Claire questions about my sexual preferences?
Have you been on a mission yet? You should consider going on one. And did you miss me?
Forgive me for having been away for a few days. I wanted to pick back up the thread of greeting we began.