[ Booker unhappy, Booker angry, Booker frustrated and peeved and grumpy... none of them are new. He's been a rain cloud ever since they first met; she had once thought she'd been able to see through it, that she knew what kind of person he really was at his core, but right now... it's hard to shake a growing fear. What she hears in his voice is chastisement, a tone exclusively used by one Zachary Comstock until this point.
"He will abandon you, my sweet Elizabeth. Once he has what he wants--"
Was this really it? They'd escaped Columbia; she has her freedom and he's clear of whatever debt tied them together. Could the Prophet really have gotten this one, crucial thing right? ]
I never considered it a responsibility; I tried to help you because you were-- because I thought we were friends. [ She doesn't--can't--tell him that he sounds like Comstock, disturbing as it is. The way he's looking at her, though... Elizabeth gets to her feet, pushing away from the counter, standing stiffly and watching him with a deep frown, one barely masking a growing sadness and distress. ] I realize we barely know each other; I was the first to say it, if I remember correctly.
[ She would never have said it in any other situation. Without a soul, whatever feelings of morality and tact she has now hadn't existed. ]
... But you did save my life, job or no, and that meant-- it still means a lot to me. That's why.
[ It may not be much in the ways of a foundation, but it isn't nothing. Even Elizabeth, whose memories are outstripped by Booker's, doesn't know the extent of their time together. ]
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"He will abandon you, my sweet Elizabeth. Once he has what he wants--"
Was this really it? They'd escaped Columbia; she has her freedom and he's clear of whatever debt tied them together. Could the Prophet really have gotten this one, crucial thing right? ]
I never considered it a responsibility; I tried to help you because you were-- because I thought we were friends. [ She doesn't--can't--tell him that he sounds like Comstock, disturbing as it is. The way he's looking at her, though... Elizabeth gets to her feet, pushing away from the counter, standing stiffly and watching him with a deep frown, one barely masking a growing sadness and distress. ] I realize we barely know each other; I was the first to say it, if I remember correctly.
[ She would never have said it in any other situation. Without a soul, whatever feelings of morality and tact she has now hadn't existed. ]
... But you did save my life, job or no, and that meant-- it still means a lot to me. That's why.
[ It may not be much in the ways of a foundation, but it isn't nothing. Even Elizabeth, whose memories are outstripped by Booker's, doesn't know the extent of their time together. ]