"I mean exactly what I said. I died." Elektra follows the blood trail carefully. This is the only way she can talk about it... reliving the moment. "This is where I landed after he threw me off the roof. I started crawling on my hands and knees here. I wanted to go see Bruce one last time before I bled out but, he slit my throat. Between that and the stab wound there just wasn't enough blood in my body to make that possible." She says this as if she's reading a report; like it didn't happen to her.

"I realized that here." She stops where the blood starts pooling. "I started to cry and begged for a friend of mine to help me. We both knew he couldn't but, I was desperate. I thought if he could just keep me alive long enough to see Bruce that I could die in peace." She exhales softly. "But he was badly injured and my heart stopped beating. I died right here in his arms regretting ever being born. It was tragic and fitting all at once."