She obliges like any decent friend would. Elektra crashes next to Frank and doesn't waste any time leaning against his sturdy frame. Her head rests against his arm as she recounts the story. Her voice drops to a frightened whisper that stays consistent throughout the story. "I saw myself during my time with the Hand. They were keeping me some white room and I... had no idea what was happening. I just stood there, staring at all the marks on my body in the mirror, and tried to remember where they came from. Who I was. They stole my identity along with my freedom. I couldn't even remember my own name, Francis."

A hot tear trails down her face. She keeps going if only so she doesn't lose her nerve. "And then she came. Matthew called her Alexandra. It was disgusting. She put her hands on me like I was hers to do with as she pleased. Every time I tried to put together what I'd lost, she'd do everything she could make me doubt it. She convinced me that I was serving life itself. That I was her child and weapon. I owed it to her to use my power as the Black Sky to save her from something. I don't know what. All I know is she had me convinced that Elektra Natchios was a mistake; some woman manipulated by the men in her life until it cost her everything. I was always a vessel; some empty thing meant to hold power. The part where I was human woman was never real and... I believed her. I can't stop wondering if maybe that's the truth. What if I'm not a real person? And that's why everyone hates me?"