[ it goes much further back than that. elektra can't remember a time before stick, any point in her early life that didn't involve training with him, learning his methods and believing in his mantra. being trained and used as a weapon, as a tool, in his war. he was the first person who'd ever allowed her to be something else, who'd believed that she could be.

even if he hates her now, she still loves him for that.

she's silent as he spins his wheels, watching him in the dark. her arms are crossed, her expression carefully blank and yet still betraying sadness, if there's anything about that he can sense. ]

The Hand changed. They had plans for me, plans that involved becoming the thing the Chaste had been training to fight against.

[ part of her wants to leave it there rather than reveal how that fight had ended, with them on a rooftop and her taking the impalement meant for matthew, to save both him and herself. but this isn't a conversation she ever wants to have with him again. ]

They had plans for me, the Hand. They wanted me to become something that would help them dominate the world. We were trying to stop them, and I saw one of them - Nobu - go for you.

[ they have nothing now. i took it all away. ]

I made sure he took me out instead.