[That's a lot of words, especially for him. She listens without interrupting, but her face twists and contorts into something that strongly resembles betrayal. It shouldn't, since he's just complimented her at the end of all that. But it hurts how he's essentially labeled her as an obligation due to keeping her alive because the city needs her. He's insulted her by daring to say that she doesn't know him beyond the Punisher, that she couldn't possibly see the real him, couldn't understand the Frank Castle that lies beneath all the pain and death that sits at his feet.]
You don't owe me anything, Frank. Not because you think other people need me. I want you to care about whether I live or die because you care about me.
[If you love something, you let them go. Set them free. Isn't that how it goes? Karen isn't sure what she feels completely, but she knows that she cares for him enough to give him an out. A chance to walk away.
She takes another few chugging swigs from the bottle before pushing it aside and moving to stand up. Her legs are wobbly, and she grips hold of the bar in order to keep herself standing upright.]
So no, Frank. What makes you safe isn't the fact that you think the city needs me. It isn't the fact that you go out of your way to protect me. It's the fact that you never lie to me. You're safe because I know you'd never intentionally hurt me. You respect me, which is something no other man has ever bothered doing before.
[On second thought, maybe she needs more to drink. Her head's already swimming, but she feels like she can handle a little more. She doesn't even know what she's arguing for anymore. Her shoulders slump as she drinks from the bottle, and she feels exhausted. When she speaks again, her voice is small and tired. She doesn't have any fight left in her, not that she wanted a fight at all.]
I didn't want to tell you I had feelings for you this way. And it's okay if you don't feel the same way. I just misread...a lot of things. I want there to be something out there for you, someone for you, but it doesn't have to be me.
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You don't owe me anything, Frank. Not because you think other people need me.
I want you to care about whether I live or die because you care about me.
[If you love something, you let them go. Set them free. Isn't that how it goes? Karen isn't sure what she feels completely, but she knows that she cares for him enough to give him an out. A chance to walk away.
She takes another few chugging swigs from the bottle before pushing it aside and moving to stand up. Her legs are wobbly, and she grips hold of the bar in order to keep herself standing upright.]
So no, Frank. What makes you safe isn't the fact that you think the city needs me. It isn't the fact that you go out of your way to protect me. It's the fact that you never lie to me. You're safe because I know you'd never intentionally hurt me. You respect me, which is something no other man has ever bothered doing before.
[On second thought, maybe she needs more to drink. Her head's already swimming, but she feels like she can handle a little more. She doesn't even know what she's arguing for anymore. Her shoulders slump as she drinks from the bottle, and she feels exhausted. When she speaks again, her voice is small and tired. She doesn't have any fight left in her, not that she wanted a fight at all.]
I didn't want to tell you I had feelings for you this way. And it's okay if you don't feel the same way. I just misread...a lot of things. I want there to be something out there for you, someone for you, but it doesn't have to be me.