She wets her lips with her tongue. This isn't the easiest story to tell. She realizes he doesn't really know much about her origins. This will be his first exposure to it to her knowledge. "I was the youngest member of the Chaste. I never knew any other life. My first memories are of Stick training me so that I could fight the other members and win. The Chaste never cared about my age. I'd fight every man there without being given any quarter for my age because the Hand never played fair. I had to know how to survive those encounters. It pleased him that I never complained." Elektra smiles at that. She was always so proud how he used her as an example to the others who never warmed to her.

"One day I bested a young man who followed one of Stick's allies. I was so young and sheltered that I didn't realize that even no restraint had its limits. I almost beat him to death before Stick stopped me and congratulated me for winning in the same breath. He corrected me properly later, of course. So when the man came to me in private, I apologized for my mistake earlier that day. I meant it too. He responded by trying to slit my throat and... I told you what I did in response to that. He was the first man I killed." She grimaces. She hates to bring that up now, but it's important for him to understand their relationship. This is the only way for him to see how much Stick means to her. "His master put me in a cage. Stick tried to defend me with his words, but his master wouldn't relent. I was to be put down. To him, I was a thing to be discarded violently." She swallows the bitter taste in her mouth at that word. "So Stick cut him down and freed me. He gave me to the Natchios so I'd always be safe and cared for. He did the best he could. I know he hurt you, he's hurt me, but he's still the man who cared for a little girl and tried to give her a better life. I will always love him for that."