[Elizabeth's eyes widen as things fall into place. The nightmare had been so terrible, and if it had come back, maybe she would have avoided sleep, or found a way to be dreamless. Like drinking.]
Booker... [She pulls away from him, just enough to look him right in the face.] I know I shouldn't pry, but I just want to help. What happened to you to give you nightmares like mine?
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Booker... [She pulls away from him, just enough to look him right in the face.] I know I shouldn't pry, but I just want to help. What happened to you to give you nightmares like mine?