[Elizabeth jumps when she feels Booker's hands make contact with her face, but her own hand follows his to clasp it there. There should be a head wound, there should be a lot of wounds, but she's fine and healed-- just covered in her own blood.]
[So many things she could say in response to that question. So many things had happened to her since the river, things that she'd wished Booker could have been there for. She'd wished so hard, she'd driven herself crazy. But he was real, he wasn't telling her he was a projection of her mind. He was real.]
I died. [She reaches up and puts her free hand on Booker's cheek. Stubble and bewilderment, it made her smile in disbelief.] I missed you, I missed you so much. I wanted to see you every day.
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[So many things she could say in response to that question. So many things had happened to her since the river, things that she'd wished Booker could have been there for. She'd wished so hard, she'd driven herself crazy. But he was real, he wasn't telling her he was a projection of her mind. He was real.]
I died. [She reaches up and puts her free hand on Booker's cheek. Stubble and bewilderment, it made her smile in disbelief.] I missed you, I missed you so much. I wanted to see you every day.