"They say we are asleep until we fall in love
We are children of dust and ashes
But when we fall in love we wake up
And we are a god and angels weep
But if I die here tonight
I die in my sleep"
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Benicia listened to Matt's directions. She had known the area but didn't really go down it when she lived at Saint Agnes. She usually hid in the upper levels of the church. She kept her hands close to her chest, scared to touch anything since she was covered in Father Lantom's blood. She glanced over as Matt slowly descended the stairs. If she was heartbroken over Father Lantom's death, she could only imagine what Matt was going through.
"Matt..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Why didn't you run?"
"Run?" Benicia gaped at him, "Wh-How could I even run? You-I needed to help you, Matt."
"God. Benicia, if you get caught, all of this was for nothing."
"All-"
"Crypt gate is locked!"
"FBI team is on the scene. Fall back."
Matt listened closely before he turned back, "It won't hold them forever. They'll be back."
Benicia watched as he walked away from her and pulled his black mask off. She glanced down at her hands and sighed, "Matt, no, you're right. You- I deserved that baton, not Father Lantom. I-I shouldn't have ever come here, I-"
"Why did you come?"
"Because Fisk knows who you are." Benicia answered as she started to rub at her hands again, feeling the dried blood on her palms, "I wanted to warn you."
"That's what this is about?" Matt questioned as he continued to clean the blood on his face, "Yeah. He already knew that. Oh, God. Benicia, I had him." He exhaled, "I just gave up my one shot to come here to save you."
"Well, I'm so sorry." Benicia actually grew incredibly upset with him as she walked closer to him. She shoved her palm against his chest, "Fuck you." She sniffled again and smacked his chest which made him grab her hand, "Here I was, so fucking worried about you because I fucking care. Do you hear that with your perfect fucking hearing, Matt? I care so much about you. So sorry, that my feelings ruined whatever plan you had for Fisk. What exactly do you mean when you say you had him?"
"I was in his penthouse. Waiting for him. That was it." Matt pulled away from her and wet the rag to wipe the blood from his face. "It was... the moment."
"What do you think you were gonna do?" Benicia forcefully took the rag from his hands, almost aggressively scrubbing at her palms, "Kill him?"
Matt's head twitched as it pointed up, "Shh! He's back. Poindexter is upstairs, and he's with Nadeem."
Benicia slowly looked up at the roof through the frame of her glasses and whispered, "There's so many of them..."
"They're coming down here."
Benicia tossed the rag into one of the bins and looked around. Frankie, when they were younger and playing hide & seek, he mentioned that he used to hide down here in the crypts on purpose. She stopped in front of the stone coffins, "Help me push this."
