But no one intervened earlier! Countless people watched me through glass windows, and built lead walls, and posted signs about how being near me would result in cancer or sterilization! I had a plug stuck into my spine without even local anesthetic!

[Being calm was clearly not on the table. Not while Elizabeth actively relived every trauma that came easily to mind--and she had quite a few to choose from. Little pops of light started forming around Elizabeth, by the door, down the hall...]

And no one, no one except you and Mr. DeWitt even thought to do something for my sake. So why are you telling me that I shouldn't be grateful for that? That I should feel betrayed for all of the times you didn't risk being murdered by Comstock for helping me escape?

...at least you did something for me...!