[Booker doesn't really know why he's still so angry about that. About Elizabeth being taken, tortured, experimented on without restrictions...
Comstock was dead, they would never go back to Columbia (at least if he had anything to say about it.), that nightmare was over. As much as he wanted to compartmentalize that like he'd done with Wounded Knee, with his time as a Pinkerton, with ElizabethAnnaElizabeth's - his wife....
he couldn't. Maybe because he had seen what a lifetime of waiting and losing hope and time did to Elizabeth, more likely because she was somehow still eager to try and live.
Booker does his utmost to avoid reacting to what she's told him, to retain the conversation because it is important. He clenches his jaw, breaths slowly, does well enough to avoid seeing red at the simple memory of it.]
Why do you want to come with me on these 'missions'? I know you, Elizabeth. I know you're smart; smarter than me. You could do a lot of things here, better things than going and risking your neck for the people who brought us here.
[Booker is unused to having someone to care for. It's a sad statement on his life but it's true. Certainly he's looked out for people before: comrades, clients, friends - if he had them. But he never wanted to protect them. Not like this.
He told himself that there was no point in feeling guilty for the things he'd done. Remorse, yes. Because he'd be an even bigger monster if he didn't. But guilt didn't do anything for anyone.
And yet he felt - knew - that it was his biggest motivator in Elizabeth's case. Guilt: for everything.]
i just tl;dr'd all over the place - and i'm sorry?
Comstock was dead, they would never go back to Columbia (at least if he had anything to say about it.), that nightmare was over. As much as he wanted to compartmentalize that like he'd done with Wounded Knee, with his time as a Pinkerton, with
ElizabethAnnaElizabeth's- his wife....he couldn't. Maybe because he had seen what a lifetime of waiting and losing hope and time did to Elizabeth, more likely because she was somehow still eager to try and live.
Booker does his utmost to avoid reacting to what she's told him, to retain the conversation because it is important. He clenches his jaw, breaths slowly, does well enough to avoid seeing red at the simple memory of it.]
Why do you want to come with me on these 'missions'? I know you, Elizabeth. I know you're smart; smarter than me. You could do a lot of things here, better things than going and risking your neck for the people who brought us here.
[Booker is unused to having someone to care for. It's a sad statement on his life but it's true. Certainly he's looked out for people before: comrades, clients, friends - if he had them. But he never wanted to protect them. Not like this.
He told himself that there was no point in feeling guilty for the things he'd done. Remorse, yes. Because he'd be an even bigger monster if he didn't. But guilt didn't do anything for anyone.
And yet he felt - knew - that it was his biggest motivator in Elizabeth's case. Guilt: for everything.]