MAEGYA | iii. "NICE REFLEXES." A REALLY GOOD LAWYER
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THEA DIDN'T ASK when or how Matthew Murdock became her lawyer. Even while rotating her wrists that were pricked endlessly by pins and needles, she simply shut up and shuffled after him as he led the way out of the interrogation room and down the hall. His walking stick gently tapped against the ground.
Suddenly he froze, holding his arm out to stop Thea. She jolted and froze as a door opened inches away from her face. A DODC agent stepped out of the room, leading an elderly woman out. He muttered an apology to Thea and Matt, his impressed gaze fixed on the latter as he crossed them.
"Nice reflexes," Thea breathed.
Matt Murdock only smiled and held out his arm in a gesture for her to keep walking.
Thea raised her eyebrow in perplexity and slowly inched forward. Her odd feeling about him grew deeper. She couldn't hear anything but he could somehow like he was aware of everything happening around him despite being bling. She noticed the small tilts and inclines of his head at the sound of distant phones ringing, elevator chimes, and snippets of an interrogation from a room on the other end of the hallway.
"He's guilty," Matt murmured, a smile tugging on his lips when they passed the room. Noting her silence, he inhaled through his mouth. "Maegya, I just wanted you to know that the way they treated you was beyond inhumane, especially for a dignitary like yourself. They might've assumed that being of legal age, your titles, your powers, and your achievements are erased, but don't worry. We're gonna make them pay for it."
"Better a lawsuit than what I was thinking," Thea mumbled.
His reassuring words should've relaxed her but he still showed up out of thin air to represent her right after she was chained up like a wild dog. They stripped her of her dignity and defiled her spirit. It was like her ability to trust was fractured and each shard was dissolving by the minute. Her throat still throbbed as a reminder of the metal collar and her blood boiled as a fire woke in her.
"They won't have my dragons," she stated in a thick voice.
Murdock turned his head toward her and she could see his eyebrow raise above his tinted glasses. "They won't have you either, Thea."
Thea wasn't thinking about herself at that moment. Her heart ached at what could've been happening to Bex at that moment, to Peter, to Sera, Daaryo, May. It wasn't fair. There was inconceivable proof that Beck sponsored an extremist network that killed hundreds of people and they could only focus on who her father was, a man she never even knew.
"They brought Peter's aunt, your sister, and that quiet, scary guy with the sword in for questioning," Murdock added. "Peter and Rebeca should be in the lobby with a few other of your friends. The department called them in as accomplices."
