tearmeanewone | SIX + Action / Voice

[VAGUE SPOILERS FOR 'BURIAL AT SEA' BELOW]

Elizabeth Comstock, you have been tried and found guilty of leading this man to his untimely death--

[Booker sits in the gallery, staring coolly back at her, and Elizabeth feels both wet and cold. And bloody--there's blood all down her front. But she doesn't feel shock or even surprise. She knows why it's there, she just can't see the memory. Every time she reaches for it, nothing happens.]

[Words feel unsteady, and she has to chase each one and hold it, own it, before speaking it.]

I was never his! But he… he had to have me! [What choice is she defending herself for making?]

--You have therefore, been sentenced to have your head forcibly torn from your body until you are dead.

[A cord is looped around her neck, Robert and Rosalind almost waltzing around and past her as they do so. Elizabeth scrabbles at the cord as it's pulled taut by one Lutece at each end.]

But he’s right there! He’s right there!! I didn’t kill Booker, he’s right there! He’s been here the whole time! [The cord tightens, Elizabeth’s hands don’t work, her fingers can't get under the cord.] Stop pulling, stop pulling, please! I’LL BE YOUR DAUGHTER!

May God have mercy on your wicked souls, child.

[Action - Locked to Gai and BioShock Infinite Crew]

[Elizabeth writhes in bed, her breathing becoming quicker and shallow as though she were having trouble filling her lungs. And whatever she’s trying to get away from her neck, there isn’t anything there. She’s scratching at nothing.]

[END SPOILER CONTENT]

[Voice – Early, Early Morning of December 1st]

Has anyone here ever had a dream that was prophetic? I know that most dreams are a product of our subconscious thoughts, but… I had a dream and I know I couldn’t possibly have been thinking any of the things that were in it. Not even subconsciously.

I thought that maybe this could be an experiment of some kind. [Read: ‘I’m hoping this was an experiment of some kind.’]

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[Booker tries not to let something so simple as her hand against his face affect him but he can feel something being chipped away at with the action and decides to let it be instead of recoiling from the affection. It's warmer than he thought it would be, and he shakes his head slowly with a weak, bitter smile spreading as he spoke.]

You did that, you know.

[He knows from the older Elizabeth and the various tears he heard when he was taken into the future that he never made it when he tried rescuing her, really rescuing her, from Comstock. That he had her to thank for that, that Elizabeth was the one to save herself.]

I was just following orders.

No you weren't. [She's not letting him get out of this one. As far as Elizabeth is concerned, they were partners. She relied on his expertise with a gun, and he relied on her tears and supplies.]

A man of character chooses his way, and a mindless slave just obeys the path set for him. I know you covered me when I needed it because, somewhere in there Mr. DeWitt, is a good man. I don't think he's as lost as you think he is.

[His lips thin as she speaks and it's clear he wants to disagree with her but, for some reason, he keeps his mouth shut. Maybe it's out of a desire to just drop the subject or maybe he wants to let her have her say in the matter of whiter or not he's a good person.

Booker sighs as she finishes, his shoulders slumping with the exhale.]

I don't know how you can see that, Elizabeth.

[He felt kind of hopeless, as if he were being presented an impressive math problem and the answer was completely obvious to her where he couldn't even begin to comprehend the basics of it.]

It's easy. [She tilts her head so she can catch his eyes and hold them.]

We're nowhere near Columbia, it's over... and you're still just down the hall if I need you.