recklessthings | 🔎 jessica jones | marvel cinematic universe

[Elektra's eyes soften because one of the many things still there is that overwhelming desire to be loved. The lies Alexandra have fed her are still strong. She quickly hardens herself.] You already know what became of the one you cared for. I am the Black Sky. You do not care for me.

I don't care if you're the Black Sky or Elektra Natchios.

[Jessica's voice is desperate as she speaks, trying to find something in there to reach forward and pull out of her, to trigger the memories she's desperate to believe is still there.]

They pulled you out of the ground and forced you back into this world, I get that. And I get that I wasn't there to help you, so maybe you don't want my help now. But I owe it to the girl who lay out a four course breakfast spread when she was trying to get me to work for her to try.

I don't believe she's gone. I just think that you don't want to admit she's still there because it hurts too much, and I understand that too.

[She sighed heavily, before pushing back from the door.]

But the girl I knew? She wouldn't let some pompous, rich bitch turn her into her own personal death machine.

[She doesn't know what makes her so anger. (Jessica's right. She wouldn't let herself be turned into a tool for some bitch with delusions of grandeur. A part of her still knows that.)

It builds up in her chest until she tries and fails miserably to get to her feet.] Don't talk to me like that!

Then give me a reason not to.

[She's getting somewhere. She can feel it in her gut - she just has to keep pushing and maybe she'll manage to get through all the brainwashing and help Elektra remember.

Hopefully the memories will be able to do the rest.]

Give me one good reason besides a forced sense of gratitude that you owe that woman anything.

[She can't come up with another reason though she tries quite clearly. The wheels are spinning in her mind much faster than they have since the moment she was reborn. It's funny really. She doesn't think she concentrated this much on regaining language yet here she is worrying over thoughts that clearly betray the Hand.]

Why isn't that enough? [She settles on finally.]

Because if she's using that gratitude to force you to kill people, then she doesn't deserve it. It means she didn't bring you back because she wanted you to come back.

[She takes a breath because she has no idea how to phrase it in a way that would make sense.]

It means she brought you back just so you could kill for her. That's not love.

[Elektra frowns deeply. Deep inside a part of her is screaming the truth. Everything she's done for Alexandra has felt wrong. This is all she knew so how could she not comply? Especially with an ancient woman whispering the right things in her ear to keep her loyal. Elektra's eyes dart wildly as she struggles to express what can't be explained. Jessica is speaking of her like a human. She's not. She can't be or else Jessica is right. People don't deserve what's happened to her. Even she knows that much in this life.]

I am a weapon. Weapons cannot be loved; only wielded by another. But, they can have value and importance. She treats me well considering what I am.

[That justifies everything, doesn't it?]

[And that just breaks her heart. But never let it be known that Jessica Jones has a heart to break. She pauses for a moment before hitting the buttons on the panic room door and opening it. There's the sound of Luke and Danny yelling behind her but she doesn't care, hitting the button to close the door behind her and stepping forward so that she's looking Elektra in the eye.]

You're not just a weapon. You're not some blunt instrument that that bitch gets to wield around.

[She pauses for a moment before holding out a hand to her.]

But you have to choose it. I can't do it for you.

[Elektra stares at her hand. She knows what she should do here. She should use Jessica's arrogance to her advantage. She should pull her in close and snap her miserable neck for reducing her to this. (Or really for confusing her.) The thought makes her visibly flinch and like Elektra of old, she covers up her pain with anger.] I could kill you and them. It'd be easy.

[She won't though. The very thought of it is upsetting her. She can't understand why she's letting this opportunity go to waste.]

Then do it.

[Calling this bluff is a dangerous one and she knows it, but she's going to do it anyway. She knows she's getting somewhere, and she wants to try and push that realization, even if she gets hurt in the process.]

[Elektra doesn't hesitate any longer. She takes her hand to pull her forward and wrap the other around her throat. She tells herself to break it. She reminds herself of all the reasons why she must. The most she can do is squeeze and not nearly hard enough to kill anyone much less Jessica.

The taste of orange juice floods her mouth. She can feel herself slipping into hysterics that she didn't know she was capable of. She can't do it. Why can't she do it?! She lets go with a scream of frustration. Weapons aren't supposed to fail. A part of her is afraid of what this leads to.]

What are you doing to me?!

[Jessica's back hits the wall as she's shoved backwards, but she's still breathing. That's a step in the right direction, and it means she's making progress.]

I'm forcing you to make your own choices. Because you can make your own choices.

[It's hard to pin down how she feels exactly. There's anger, confusion, guilt and pain that comes from resisting something that's been impressed so deeply into her brain. She lashes out with her words since clearly the rest of her isn't so effective at the moment.] Then my choice is for you to go away! Leave, Jessica!

[It's the small things. In this particular instance, it's the first time that Elektra's used her name, and in that name there's the small acknowledgement that this is the person she used to know.

And that Jessica mattered to her.

So she swallows, taking that small victory for what it is, and turning back to the doorway to let herself out.]

Fine. If that's what you want, I'll go.

It's what I want! [Elektra curls into herself, gripping her hair in frustration. It's too much. She's not even sure what has her so angry and hurt at this point. She needs it to stop.] Go!

[It isn't until Jessica leaves that she truly breaks down into something between screaming and sobbing. Surprise: she doesn't know how to handle her emotions after having her mind broken so thoroughly.]

[Jessica doesn't go far. She lets her work through those emotions and just sits down outside the panic room door just in case she decides she wants to talk some more to help put those pieces back together.]

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