[As me, he says. As Matt. Frank doesn't think of himself as the Punisher, not by name, but he certainly thinks of that part of himself as being what he is intrinsically. He's not Frank Castle, sometimes a guy who shoots the shit out of crime. He's a guy who shoots the shit out of crime, whose name used to be Frank Castle.
But clearly, Matt's the other way around.
He wonders what that's like, but he also very much doesn't want to know. He won't go down that rabbit hole, because nothing good could possibly be waiting for him at the bottom of it.]
Shit. [He looks away, out the window at the mostly quiet street.] Already told you I was wrong about that.
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But clearly, Matt's the other way around.
He wonders what that's like, but he also very much doesn't want to know. He won't go down that rabbit hole, because nothing good could possibly be waiting for him at the bottom of it.]
Shit. [He looks away, out the window at the mostly quiet street.] Already told you I was wrong about that.