No, no. [ she quickly snaps back at him, pointing a finger at--not in--his face. ] You said out of your league. Which is bullshit, by the way. We both know as far as society is concerned, we might as well be the same shit on the bottom of this city's boot.
[ her hand retracts back to it's position at her glass, sliding it close to her chest. ] From my angle, you're someone who likes it rugged and rough on the battlefield. But when you come home, you live a pretty low-key life. No real friends or relationships--because they just get in the way, and you're trouble, anyway. And then life throws you someone and you say, "Goddamn, I miss the simple life" and during that moment when you're inevitably fucking her and things feel normal you think to yourself--just for a split second--you're not the Punisher, you're just Frank Castle.
And me? Well,.. [ she begins, purposely adding in a pause for dramatic effect as she leans forward. ] I'm not normal, I could never have a normal life even if I wanted to, and I don't want that kind of passion. All that shit you leave out there on that battlefield? That's what I want. That's the kind of shit I give. I would break you, Castle.
[ she pulls back and looks down at the bar, a single finger tapping on the edge of it. another moment of silence falls between them, and she clears her throat to break it apart before speaking, not looking in his direction. ] Anyway, it's like I said, you couldn't handle me. I guess you did yourself a favor.
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[ her hand retracts back to it's position at her glass, sliding it close to her chest. ] From my angle, you're someone who likes it rugged and rough on the battlefield. But when you come home, you live a pretty low-key life. No real friends or relationships--because they just get in the way, and you're trouble, anyway. And then life throws you someone and you say, "Goddamn, I miss the simple life" and during that moment when you're inevitably fucking her and things feel normal you think to yourself--just for a split second--you're not the Punisher, you're just Frank Castle.
And me? Well,.. [ she begins, purposely adding in a pause for dramatic effect as she leans forward. ] I'm not normal, I could never have a normal life even if I wanted to, and I don't want that kind of passion. All that shit you leave out there on that battlefield? That's what I want. That's the kind of shit I give. I would break you, Castle.
[ she pulls back and looks down at the bar, a single finger tapping on the edge of it. another moment of silence falls between them, and she clears her throat to break it apart before speaking, not looking in his direction. ] Anyway, it's like I said, you couldn't handle me. I guess you did yourself a favor.