Foggy hates me.

The thought burned. Fire scalded his chest, raging ferociously.

I deserve it.

Stick's voice echoed in his mind.

"Cut 'em loose, for their sake. Break their hearts if you have to."

Break their hearts. No no no no no no. Break Foggy. Foggy hates me. Oh god, he hates me. Foggy. Hates hates hates hates me. I deserve it. Oh god, I deserve it. I'm so sorry. So sorry. Sorry sorry sorry.

Tears streamed down his face, wetting the soft couch pillow.

"Foggy, I'm so sorry," Matt whispered. "You're all I have. Please."

"He's all you had. Foggy's gone now, and he's never coming back," Stick's cruel voice reminded him.

Never coming back?

The old man cackled.

"When I told you to break his heart, I never thought the righteous Matthew Murdock was capable of betrayal."

Betrayal.

"I betrayed Foggy," he gasped in disbelief.

"Yes, and now you're alone. Just like you should be."