She was balanced on the ledge, perfect in her stance as she looked at Vallo below. It was an odd sort of place to be standing, the landscape so vastly different from the cities she'd grown used to. But she remembered a time as a child when she'd lived in more rural areas, more green around and less people. Elektra didn't quite turn when he approached, hearing him, but knowing that he would be able to find her. Her glance shifted back towards her shoulder without looking over it directly, and a small, sad smile crossed her features.
From what she could gather she had truly died in his arms there on the roof that first night, and returned somehow later even back home. Only to die again. Which, in some ways might make his life a lot easier. He had people who loved him who could be good for him. Her first thought was of Karen, of how close she and Matt had seemed, and how easy her death probably made that for both of them.
And in the back of her mind there were the lingering, worrying doubts that he'd told her that he wanted to run away after that night only because he hadn't thought they'd survive it. Like she was a guilty pleasure indulgence that only worked when the good things in his life were unattainable.
"Hello, Matthew," she finally replied, turning to step towards him.