[Elizabeth had let Robert into her apartment because she was concerned he would starve and talk to himself while doing so. She hadn't known what to expect from him, but she was almost certain she hadn't expected a discussion like this. But who else could she talk to? Booker had a tendency to go quiet and end conversations like this, and Elizabeth couldn't imagine anyone else understanding her history. Not really understanding.]

[Robert taking her hands and apologizing of all things... it was a relief. Not for the reason Elizabeth thought it would be, but because it was a sign her fear was real and Robert was listening to her.]

[She pulled one of her hands out from under Robert's and laid it on top of them. She nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.] I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought all of that up. But when Booker couldn't get to me for months, I had moments where I thought... I thought I had misjudged life entirely, and that I would always be alone.

[Elizabeth closes her eyes and shakes her head again.] I never want to think that again. You and Ms. Lutece had an odd way of doing it, but I know you helped us.