[ Booker recoils, staring in something like vague horror. All he can think of is Elizabeth standing over Daisy Fitzroy's body, blood on her clothes and scissors clutched in her hand. ]
No.
[ He shakes his head with a jerky motion, taking a step back. ]
no subject
No.
[ He shakes his head with a jerky motion, taking a step back. ]
No, I ain't - I ain't gonna help you become that.