I already got gear. [Frank thinks of Micro, too, but doesn't bring him up now. For now, he's got enough to work on his own, knows how to build his own arsenal from here on out.

For the better part of his life, Frank Castle had fought another man's war. Now it only feels proper that he makes his own. The urge for violence, bloodshed, the voices in his head that love it -- it makes it feel right. Frank rolls to sit up against the headboard, dizziness washing over him as he curses about it.] My old lady would hate what I'm about to do. Never liked hearing about all the people I killed, wanted me to go to therapy for it. Maria always had good ideas.