The Man without Fear learns what fear is: OTA Arrival

[blind_devil]

Matt stood at Ben Urich's grave trying to feel anything, but rage. First Elena and now Ben had gotten caught in the web of Wilson Fisk and suffered for it.  He wanted to go after Fisk right at this moment and rip the man apart for everything he'd done, but that had gone so well the last time that Matt was still healing from the wounds he'd gotten from that clash. It didn't stop Matt from wanting to kill in the name of those he lost and his fists clench inside his gloves even as Karen walks up to comfort him. He doesn't feel her gentle hand on his arm and doesn't react when she steps close.

He doesn't want comfort right now, he wants justice. Comfort feels like nothing, but empty words and empty gestures. Justice though is hot and fast and would settle his mind and save his city. He's ready to go and burn down everything Fisk has ever made before Fisk can get his fingers in more of Hell's Kitchen's pies. He turns to head back to the office and that's when everything changes. 

Suddenly Matt is surrounded by heartbeats too strange to be real. Some have double the sound and others skip and still others have a deepness that cannot be human. He takes a step forward and is now overwhelmed with voices and smells he's never encountered before. His normal steady gait falters and he falls to the ground with a soft grunt. Where there had been firm ground there was now carpet. What the hell had just happened to him? 

He tries to push himself up, but the noise and smell continue to over whelm him and he can't figure out how to center himself. Never one to ask for help if he doesn't need it, Matt calls out into the noise. "Please someone help me? Where am I?"

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[abyssum_invocat]

"Do you miss seeing things?" she asks; the question is deceptively simple, but behind it there is the possibility of...well, Sinthia is comfortable inside other people's heads, and she thinks it should be easy to push a suggestion for a sense he doesn't have. Maybe.

"I don't know if I would." She'd almost certainly still 'see' a great number of images as others see them, but how reliable that would be is questionable, not to mention how realistic.

[blind_devil]

"Yes I do," Matt admits, "maybe if I was born blind it wouldn't bother me so much but I wasn't so sometimes I long to see the sky again or see a woman's eyes light up when I kiss her."

[abyssum_invocat]

"Hm."

The sound of consideration is short, simple, as Sinthia cocks her head. "I think I could show you," she says. "The sky. Or a memory of sky, but it's from where I lived. But if I put it in your head it would be like your visual cortex still sees it, it just wouldn't have come from your optic nerve."

Pause. "I think." She's not even going to mention the kissing part.

[blind_devil]

"Maybe some day," Matt says, "my senses need to settle into their new reality and then I can start messing with them again. But thank you very much for the offer."

[abyssum_invocat]

"That's okay. Not many people like the idea. You're one of the only ones who isn't scared of it. Or doesn't seem scared," Sinthia amends, going back to absently turning the crank of the tellurion.