[She'd spoken of Songbird before-- her captor back in Columbia, the giant creature that had made sure that she had stayed locked in her tower and that no one was able to get close enough to rescue her before Booker came along. But how could it have appeared here and then vanished within a matter of days? Even with the unpredictability of Shifts, it seemed improbable.
Still, none of them could remember anything, that much was a fact. If Elizabeth thought the damage looked like something caused by Songbird, that combined with their strange memory loss made it all the more likely that there was something unusual at work here.]
Even if it was, there's no way to know for sure what happened. For all we know, you could have been fighting him off just as hard as Booker was.
[He's trying to apply logic to an illogical situation and he knows it. The words ring hollow even to him, but what else can he say?
Instead, he opts to enfold her in his arms in a protective yet gentle embrace, one hand coming up to stroke her hair soothingly. If she needs to cry, she can let it all out. Maybe that will make her feel better.]
You can't let yourself get mired in 'why's and 'what if's. The only thing that's going to do is make you feel even worse about the situation. None of us would've been a match for him if it was Songbird, but even if I don't remember what happened, I know that wouldn't have stopped me from trying to fight him anyway. And I know Booker would've been the same way.
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[She'd spoken of Songbird before-- her captor back in Columbia, the giant creature that had made sure that she had stayed locked in her tower and that no one was able to get close enough to rescue her before Booker came along. But how could it have appeared here and then vanished within a matter of days? Even with the unpredictability of Shifts, it seemed improbable.
Still, none of them could remember anything, that much was a fact. If Elizabeth thought the damage looked like something caused by Songbird, that combined with their strange memory loss made it all the more likely that there was something unusual at work here.]
Even if it was, there's no way to know for sure what happened. For all we know, you could have been fighting him off just as hard as Booker was.
[He's trying to apply logic to an illogical situation and he knows it. The words ring hollow even to him, but what else can he say?
Instead, he opts to enfold her in his arms in a protective yet gentle embrace, one hand coming up to stroke her hair soothingly. If she needs to cry, she can let it all out. Maybe that will make her feel better.]
You can't let yourself get mired in 'why's and 'what if's. The only thing that's going to do is make you feel even worse about the situation. None of us would've been a match for him if it was Songbird, but even if I don't remember what happened, I know that wouldn't have stopped me from trying to fight him anyway. And I know Booker would've been the same way.