Elektra initially stares up at him. She doesn't react. He's saying something. She understands it objectively. She died months ago, they made up at some point, Frank was there when she died, and Matthew buried her. She can even picture it clearly. All these events make perfect sense to her with two exceptions: Frank was there and failed to say anything up until now and that she had killed Stick who was also there for her death. How can she kill Stick after death? The Hand only resurrected their own. They'd never waste their tricks on a soldier of the Chaste.

Her heart slows and picks up rapidly as she tries to get it to make sense. "No, that can't..." She's sitting up so fast that it's only her reflexes that keep her from falling off the bed. She's rattled though not from any potential fall. She doesn't think Matthew would ever lie about events. His feelings are another story, but never about what happened. "Matthew, whatever you think of me... I'd never..." She can't breathe. Stick is dead. He'd been awful, but she did love him. There were times he'd been less so. He called his Ellie. He left peacefully even after picking his favorite student over him. He killed an ally to protect her. Why would she kill him after all he'd done for her?

A grief-fueled sob shakes her frame. It's getting harder to keep herself steady as panic starts to take over. "No! They tricked you! I'm his. I will always be his. He said so. Even if I left him, I'd never...!" She really can't breathe. She grabs her chest with her free hand as she wills herself to breathe the way he taught her to. She can't lose it now.