[ Booker closes his eyes, feeling his headache return. This isn't how he had wanted the day to go at all. I shouldn't have said anything. Maybe if he'd just withdrawn gradually, slowly slipped out of her life without her realizing what was going on...
But she's probably too sharp even for that. And now...she won't give this up, he knows. If he tells her no, she'll probably just go to someone else. ]
Are you sure you want to do this, Elizabeth?
[ He opens his eyes and looks at her. His vision is swimming a little; it's hard to focus, and he knows it's stress as much as...well, whatever else is going on. ]
Defending yourself means hurting people. Sometimes badly. Are you sure you're ready for that?
[ After the way she'd run from him after the first time he'd shot someone in front of her...but it's not even that, not entirely. He knows she's capable of killing when she has to, or she will be, and the thought of bringing her even one step closer to the girl who'd stabbed Daisy Fitzroy in the back forms a sick, guilty knot in his stomach. ]
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But she's probably too sharp even for that. And now...she won't give this up, he knows. If he tells her no, she'll probably just go to someone else. ]
Are you sure you want to do this, Elizabeth?
[ He opens his eyes and looks at her. His vision is swimming a little; it's hard to focus, and he knows it's stress as much as...well, whatever else is going on. ]
Defending yourself means hurting people. Sometimes badly. Are you sure you're ready for that?
[ After the way she'd run from him after the first time he'd shot someone in front of her...but it's not even that, not entirely. He knows she's capable of killing when she has to, or she will be, and the thought of bringing her even one step closer to the girl who'd stabbed Daisy Fitzroy in the back forms a sick, guilty knot in his stomach. ]