It was worse to hear him speak of it. To know that what he recalled painted Elektra in a much better light than she deserved. Why couldn't she let him persist in that illusion? Why rob him of it?
She had saved him. Had she saved him to trap him again? Stick would've commended her on the feat, but Stick was dead.
"The Hand," Elektra said. "They were right about me all along." She knew that Matt remembered Nobu, which meant he knew about the cultists and their weird prophecy, which the two of them had amply derided. Except it wasn't a joke. It was real. Elektra turned away from the window. "I'm the Black Sky. I didn't save you. I'm the reason you die." Or - close enough.