Is she distorting him with that fragmented brain of hers or the mirror? Elektra debates it uselessly before deciding to shut her eyes. It's always been easier to feel Matt than to see him. He always makes things so needlessly complicated. Now isn't that exception, of course. It's a loaded question. Normally she might do something to avoid it; likely hurting Matt in some way. He's getting off easy this round.

This maze compels Elektra to let go of her secrets. This is one of the many things that she would like to leave unsaid. "I thought I could escape you. Just take a job and run as far away as I could. It wasn't a terrible plan." Elektra notes with a wry smile. Just terribly immature. She'll be forever nineteen where he's concerned. What little good humor fades. The pain is unmistakable in her voice. "But... I couldn't outrun myself. Even after the whole thing turned out to be a lie and that boy violated my mind to get his way.... I couldn't help myself. I couldn't allow him to become an orphan. I helped him and now one of my only friends is dead. I don't think that boy or his father will last long without my protection. How could I allow myself to end up in a place like this when they still need me? Why... why can't I ever stop them from turning out like me?" An honest question. This is why she makes such a terrible hero. She always fails. Death is the only thing she'll ever be good at.