[One thing Elektra has learned in life is that she has no control over fate. Events will happen. All she can do is control herself and destroy anyone who attempts to steal that ability from her. She can't change what is happening with Frank... to Frank. The moment they split up, she knows she no longer has a say in what happens to him. It's the same for her when she goes on her jobs.
They are who they are. She can't interfere with him anymore than he can her. She works to distracts herself from the growing concern she miscalculated. The propaganda is easy to see through, but it does make her wonder how much control he has over the situation. Elektra holds firm on staying out of it. She won't track him down. He will reach out when he is ready to.
Much like the little bird on each of their hands, she is rewarded with him flying back to her. Any other woman would be happy to see him outside the door. They'd probably throw their arms around Frank and beg him to never leave again. Elektra narrows her eyes at him and points out plainly.] You looked better with hair.
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They are who they are. She can't interfere with him anymore than he can her. She works to distracts herself from the growing concern she miscalculated. The propaganda is easy to see through, but it does make her wonder how much control he has over the situation. Elektra holds firm on staying out of it. She won't track him down. He will reach out when he is ready to.
Much like the little bird on each of their hands, she is rewarded with him flying back to her. Any other woman would be happy to see him outside the door. They'd probably throw their arms around Frank and beg him to never leave again. Elektra narrows her eyes at him and points out plainly.] You looked better with hair.