They say the Devil's in the details. I say the details are what can take out the Devil.

I've had this solo sitting here for weeks. Time to let it out and see where it lands.

#BeginSolo

(Prison. They had thought it would break him, the man that the world now knew as Wilson Fisk. But they had been foolish. Prison life was-

-actually something that Wilson had adapted to quite well in the months while he awaited his trial. His cell, such as it was, was about 50-

-square feet of living space. It was small. But it was clean. It was orderly. It was controlled. It was everything that Wilson was soothed-

-by in life in those moments where he'd become lost in his own mind. For that...that was where he truly spent his time. Disconnected and-

-disembodied, his brain was free to plot and plan and make mental lists of what was to be done. And there was /still/ so much to do. It-

-didn't matter whether he would be found guilty or not when the jury met to decide his fate. Because his job, the one that God had put him-

-on this Earth to do, wasn't yet finished. So someway, somehow, he'd regain his freedom. And when that happened, he would be ready. Ready-

-to resume his work. Read to make Hell's Kitchen a better place to live. And ready to destroy the Devil who'd delayed his work. But, like-

-those who consistently won when they played chess, Wilson wouldn't get ahead of himself this time. /This/ time he'd take it one move at a-

-time. And this time...this time he'd win...destroying the Devil and taking all in the process before everything was said and done.)

#EndSolo

Okay. That's done. (nods)

My writer owes brainstorming to Kilgrave. Haven't forgotten, promise!

I am...present.

I welcome appropriate propositions here. I shall entertain them with thoughtful consideration.

Mmm. Yes. It shall be...considered.

I may currently be incarcerated but that hardly means that I has missed all the festivities.