She can say she really has his attention. Elektra desperately doesn't want to waste it. She drops the games and decides for sincerity for a change. "It's not a game for me either." "I already fought my war. I died to win it twice over. Now that it's done..." She shakes her head hopelessly. She's lost. There's no other explanation for it. Elektra meets his gaze, open and vulnerable for the first time since they crossed paths.

"Your cause has been the only fight that seemed worthy of my devotion. I'm not interested in money or power. I just want people like them to die on their knees." That last line is particularly bitter. She truly hates the root of the problem: people so big and powerful they think they can make slaves of everyone else. Anything less than complete subjection earns you death. They deserve every horror she intends to bring them with or without Frank.