[ Elektra stays as close as Matthew lets her, but also not so close as she once might have dared. She can't afford to. Yes, Matthew is grieving, but her contacts came back to her with information she could not pass up. Information that had her leaving her grieving love in order to try and secure the shell that was once the other half of him. If she has to play this game in order to do that, then she will.
She never considered that there could be two Black Skies. Perhaps Nobu, in his shor-sightedness, didn't either. It takes every ounce of Stick's training and her own resolve to steel her features when she first sees Michael again. She gives away nothing. She can't afford to. Of course, it never goes to plan though, and it all goes to hell before she can regroup and contact Matthew again.
Michael doesn't remember much before the stone sarcophagus. The blood. Clawing and gasping his way back into life, or that's what he's told. He has the scars to prove it. He doesn't have the memory to back it up. It doesn't matter. Alexandra has looked after him in this time when he's been weak and scared. She helped him return to some semblance of himself, and taught him what his true purpose was. To serve life itself.
He never questioned it until Midland Circle. The man he fought in the hall wasn't like the others he's helped remove from the Hand's path. The Black Sky is what they all call him. Alexandra calls him her child. Elektra, the other like him in most ways, is the only one who ever whispered anything different and he kept that to himself. The man he fought whispered that in a voice that sounded like his own. It caused him to falter, and the Iron Fist took the advantage. It left him rattled and frustrated. He had yet to fail a task.
Which is why when they go to the restaurant, he is resolved to not fail again. He waits, as instructed by Alexandra, before entering, keen to follow her ever simple instruction: serve life itself. ]
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She never considered that there could be two Black Skies. Perhaps Nobu, in his shor-sightedness, didn't either. It takes every ounce of Stick's training and her own resolve to steel her features when she first sees Michael again. She gives away nothing. She can't afford to. Of course, it never goes to plan though, and it all goes to hell before she can regroup and contact Matthew again.
Michael doesn't remember much before the stone sarcophagus. The blood. Clawing and gasping his way back into life, or that's what he's told. He has the scars to prove it. He doesn't have the memory to back it up. It doesn't matter. Alexandra has looked after him in this time when he's been weak and scared. She helped him return to some semblance of himself, and taught him what his true purpose was. To serve life itself.
He never questioned it until Midland Circle. The man he fought in the hall wasn't like the others he's helped remove from the Hand's path. The Black Sky is what they all call him. Alexandra calls him her child. Elektra, the other like him in most ways, is the only one who ever whispered anything different and he kept that to himself. The man he fought whispered that in a voice that sounded like his own. It caused him to falter, and the Iron Fist took the advantage. It left him rattled and frustrated. He had yet to fail a task.
Which is why when they go to the restaurant, he is resolved to not fail again. He waits, as instructed by Alexandra, before entering, keen to follow her ever simple instruction: serve life itself. ]