"Ah, I've heard the truth hurts. Seems that old saying might be true hrm?"

He had a bit of a grin on his face as he glanced over again.

"Sorry that my remarks hit the target."

Dex was simply in no position to look at things rationally and make what was likely the correct decision.

He whirled around, quickly throwing the piece of glass in the thing's direction before shifting all of his focus back on Strange. Focus was a loose word, as his gaze seemed rather unfocused. Manic, even.

"-You're- doing this! I don't know -how- but you ARE and I'm -commanding you- to stop!"

when he was at his most dangerous...well that, and anger. Either of those emotions made him throw out some of his critical thinking and act on pure instinct.

Dex's instincts usually went straight to violence.

That -thing- sniffing at his aura, whether tangible or not, was freaking him out.

Well, that was going to be a bit of a problem. Benjamin Poindexter simply didn't do -boring and forgettable-. Especially not when he was finally freeing himself from the shackles of rigid order to keep his mind in check.

But...everything going on around him still made him nervous. Nervous was-

"Yeah man, you would think people at the Bureau would understand the need for some violence at times, right? Like the FBI doesn't see insane scenarios that simply call for things to be put down quickly and permanently. But..."

He casually shrugged.

"They didn't see things my way."

The paperclip was immediately pocketed. As for the remark to not worry about her shoulder? Well, -that- was immediately discarded.

"Ah trying to distract me with the weather so I don't ask again about your shoulder, hrm? It's not going to work."

"It can be a good skill to have!"

He was smiling a bit, playing this all off as simple light hearted conversation. Definitely nothing deeper here. No -real- trouble he had to avoid.

"Maybe I should hire you as my lawyer"
That was...perhaps the first thing he had ever said in a joking manner in the presence of Murdock.

Or maybe he simply wasn't joking.

"...Figured you'd want to know it wasn't anything personal against -you- or...even him."

He couldn't keep the bitterness out of his voice, clearly speaking from experience.

"Isn't it just -annoying- when you have a little fluke at work and the government gets involved? You have -one- incident at work where you violently put down someone who deserves it and suddenly you aren't useful anymore."

...The blanket did feel nice. He was soaked and cold.

"Thanks...let me look at your shoulder hrm? I'd like my paperclip back anyway."

"I would certainly hope I look like -someone-. You know. Myself?"

He parroted the move, gesturing to his own face. The scar running across his cheek. The missing tooth he had used to kill a guard.

"Oh it was cool alright! Disgraced hero making a comeback? Honestly, good for you."

Ah. Shit.

"I don't believe we've -met- but I've seen you on the news"

A hint, perhaps?

"This seems like something you might be using."
He eyed the blanket, not really wanting to take it from her if it was her only source of warmth out here. He was...aware...of Tandy's situation.

"It's just water, it'll drip off eventually."

i appreciate your concern. none of this is your fault. it's me. its me and my head.

|| 9: Pockets are always filled with random bits and pieces of things. Usually just particularly good rocks, paperclips, and other small easily portable items. These are kept as backup should he not be able to find anything in the moment to throw. -Always- has ammunition.

Dex just groaned at the whole situation. He'd gotten soaked -again- just stepping outside the door for a moment. This time it was right through his shirt.

Damnit.

"It wasn't meant as a kill shot, just a distraction so I could get out the door."

"Oh me? Just mostly staying out of trouble."

He laughed it off, clearly it was a joke!

...It really wasn't. Dex's whole life right now was about staying low and off everyone's radar. But Sarah here didn't need to know anything about all of that.

pen in a heavily drugged man's hand and get him to sign is that...really all that binding?"

"Vanessa Fisk ordered it."
Repeated. Confirmed. His heartbeat was slightly elevated but it had been before he said those words. This was the truth.

"I would say she contracted me, there was a contract involved after all, but ...well you're a lawyer perhaps I should simply ask... if you place the

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