[Booker twists like there's something sneaking down his back, cold and slimy. Unlike Elizabeth, he doesn't feel anything towards Robert other than a passive contempt. The man might've helped them when they needed it but from what Booker understood of his own interactions with the man before and listening to the Voxophones...Robert wanted to right his wrongs.

Booker could understand that. It didn't mean he had to forgive the man.

Just as Booker wouldn't allow himself any room for redemption, he wouldn't allow Robert any either. They made their beds, now they had to lie in them and deal with it.]

I suppose. You do what you want with him, but I ain't gonna act like I like the man just 'cause he's taking up space.

[There's way too much food in this store.]

...How the hell are we supposed to make any decisions in here?