Her blunt comment about his stupidity startled Matt out of his defensive self-wallowing. His brow furrowed as he prepared for another fight, but Kate taking his hand eased a little of the building tension within him. It was as though it was a gesture to indicate she wasn't about to turn on her heel and flee from him. Stick had always warned him that people would turn away from him because of his powers, but the old mentor never mentioned all the other ways Matt might lose his family and friends. Over the years he'd found out in quick succession. It genuinely surprised him more when people didn't leave from his life, and he knew he could be self-sabotaging in furthering that process along.

He made a small sound, not quite a mirthless laugh, at the statement that Bullseye could have made their lives easier if Matt had just let Fisk die. It wasn't completely wrong. Fisk being alive meant people were in danger and likely to get hurt. To die. Was Matt just protecting his own soul at the risk of so many others by saving the man who was a monster?

"There wasn't much thinking going on in that moment. I just reacted." An instinct to push one man off a roof, an instinct to take a bullet for another. Matt couldn't entirely figure himself out, either. He was just tired of death being the answer even to a question he'd been having.

"I believe Vanessa sent Bullseye after Foggy, yes. Foggy wouldn't have been having that drink if he didn't think he had a rock solid case, that he'd already won. He was too superstitious for that. I need to get my hands on those old files. There was something in them that Vanessa was willing to shut down at any cost." He started struggling to sit up again only to have a dizzy spell so hard he fell back against the pillows.