[It was a horrible answer, though Elizabeth couldn't bring herself to be disgusted by it. Perhaps it would have been easier if she had suffered more under Robert and Rosalind's study, or if he had tried to keep her from escaping instead of aiding her and Booker. As it stood, his answer was simply tragic.]

Was it you and Ms. Lutece who decided I was too dangerous without a siphon to control me? Was that the scope of your work?