Yes, let's go. [Elizabeth isn't sorry she told Booker she wouldn't go on missions. Even if she's worried about Booker, even if she's sure she can protect herself, she'd never guessed that Booker was worried about her. Even in Luceti of all quiet places. She needs time to process this.]
[She gets up, still holding Booker's hand, and takes the bottle off the table.] Let's go home.
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[She gets up, still holding Booker's hand, and takes the bottle off the table.] Let's go home.