[Booker rarely holds her hand. And when he does, Elizabeth immediately pays attention. Emotional moments from such a guarded man have to be valued. And Booker's hand feels warm and comforting in hers. It always had, since the first time she'd wrapped his hand.]
[But it hadn't occurred to her. Not at all. Not because she didn't think Booker cared two whits about her, Elizabeth knows he cares. Maybe she just never thought she could ever die. Maybe she'd always felt safe under Booker's watch. Her eyes widen, and she gets a horrified look on her face.]
No... I'd never thought...
[She looks down at their hands, squeezes back.] I won't go.
I'll never be the same. ;~;
[But it hadn't occurred to her. Not at all. Not because she didn't think Booker cared two whits about her, Elizabeth knows he cares. Maybe she just never thought she could ever die. Maybe she'd always felt safe under Booker's watch. Her eyes widen, and she gets a horrified look on her face.]
No... I'd never thought...
[She looks down at their hands, squeezes back.] I won't go.