War changes people. Sometimes they see things they can’t unsee. Come home to find home’s not there anymore. It changed. Or maybe they did.
This Elektra, this is a part of me that I need. And you’re the only one who gets it. Without this, I’m not alive. I’m not, not really. And I know that now, thanks to you. I don’t know what we are together, and if we have any chance in the future. But I do know that I’m free with you. Like with no one else.