(A/N): Here's a new chapter for you guys. Sorry for the delay, hopefully the next one will come sooner. Thanks so much to those of you who favorited and followed, it means a lot to me! This scene is set during the beginning of season two, after the 'rooftop scene'. When?: it doesn't really matter. Hope you enjoy.

This time, it wasn't hard for Father Lantom to find him.

Out the window, he saw a streak of red jump from a roof to the church's. He heard no sound indicating that Matt landed, but the priest went out anyway. Sitting on the edge of the roof was a pair of devil horns, dangling his feet off the edge. Seeing Father Lantom, Matt slid to the side and jumped down. He could see the bulky silhouette of the new suit, the horns protruding awkwardly on the top of the mask, and the material visibly thicker than the first costume.

Wordlessly, they walked into the church and away from prying eyes. They made it to the back room, where coffee clung to the walls and Matt's presence felt disturbing and out of place. He couldn't start to relax until he took off his mask and set it aside. Father Lantom couldn't see any injuries, just the weariness of the ears that have heard too much.

Matt slouched into the seat, trying to sink as back as possible. He rubbed his eyes with his gloves, threatening to fall asleep at that moment. Covering his eyes with his forearm, he breathed in deeply before going into a sort of meditative state of quietness.

Father Lantom poured himself a cup of coffee, something that Matt found he did regularly when the devil came in for an unscheduled visit. He stood on the other side of the room, leaning back to examine the side of Matt he hadn't seen in awhile. There were no visible signs of injury, just the subtly slouched shoulders and dragging feet. Father Lantom wasn't particularly concerned; he knew that Matt could take care of himself. But it wasn't the noticeable fatigue that caught his eye. It was the small glimmer of defeat in Matt's unseeing eyes, and the lack of hesitation when he stepped into the church, something that always happened when Daredevil was invited in. There was a few seconds of comfortable silence before Father Lantom spoke up. "I assume that there's a reason you come to my church in the middle of the night, Matthew."

A smile flickered on Matt's face. "I'm just tired, that's all."

"Last time you were here, your knuckles were bloodied and broken, so I can't help but be curious to why you're here now."

Matt frowned at Father Lantom's attempts to pry him open. Daredevil's troubles shouldn't be anybody else's, not even his best friend's, not even his priest's. But there was this uncertainty, a frustration building up in him. Ever since his talk with The Punisher on the rooftop a couple of nights ago, he had this feeling of exasperation. Matt hardly wavered in his beliefs, but his frustration with The Punisher wasn't over. Castle's disputes became louder and louder in his head, but Daredevil wouldn't listen. He couldn't listen. Matt was irritated, even aggravated by the fact that anyone could believe such a thing, and the feelings were boiling inside of him, banging on his chest, fighting to get out.

Matt had his own demons to let out.

"I don't… Father, do you believe in second chances?"

There was a moment of hesitation. "You should know the answer to that, Matthew."

Smiling, Matt said, "Of course. My apologies." He stopped for a few seconds, unsure if he should move on with a priest by his side. "Have you heard of The Punisher?"

"... Yes."

"You don't think that he believes in second chances, do you?" He felt like a child, waiting for an answer and hoping to be right.

Father Lantom gave a small, humorless chuckle. "From what I've seen on the news, I wouldn't believe so, no. Perhaps he feels like those criminals took all the chances he had, and so he took the chances they had too."

"Do you believe it's right? To do what he does?"

Father Lantom didn't answer immediately. He didn't know what reaction to expect, or what answer would be the right one. "I don't, but he does. And who can stop that? You can stop actions, but you can never stop beliefs."

"But-"

"Matthew, you must think of it this way." He sits down and leans across the table. "What gives you the right to do what you do when you believe that The Punisher shouldn't have the right to do what he does? I won't condone his actions, and I never will, but you have to ask yourself why he's doing what he's doing, because in the end, you're both trying to do the same things for the city, you're just getting it in different ways. Only when you solve that will you be able to fix this mess."

Matt's staring at the wall, his ears fixed on Father Lantom's voice, his heart beating much faster than he'd hoped it to be. "I just wanted to know that someone else is on my side."

The priest sighed, almost out of pity, at Matt's sore voice and ruined heart. "Matthew, I don't believe that his action is right, but now I'm not really sure what to believe." Matt knew that Father Lantom meant he didn't know how to react to what Daredevil was doing, and he could understand that, because Matt himself didn't really know what he was doing either. At that moment, he felt unsure of himself; he had the city by his side, but what about his own priest?

"I'll never understand his motive or his actions. I won't understand why he believes that killing people is the right answer. Justice shouldn't be put in the hands of men. If it is, corruption and vengeance in the name of justice will follow, like what is happening right now. Matthew, if you must know, I see the light in everyone. I see a whole world of possibilities in each person." Father Lantom's eyes became glazed, transfixed in his own thoughts. "I see God's work in everybody, and if He, an almighty and perfect being, says we should give even the most immoral and wretched humans enough second chances to last a lifetime, we might as well do it. And you'll never know. Maybe if you give him a second chance, he'll start believing them as well."

Matt knew that that was far from the truth, but he smiled anyways; his burdens were cut in half, and now he knew someone, out of this whole city, believed in second chances, too. And maybe that was enough for him.

(A/N): This one was hard to get out. I had so much to say about The Punisher but I don't want to bore you guys with weird moral/philosophical stuff. Are they a bit OOC? Sure, most likely. Hope it's not total trash.

At the end I pulled out some words from Father Lantom's speech at the funeral in s2e4.