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[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-09-29 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Who could? [Elizabeth smirks and shrugs.] It isn't as though I have it tattooed on my face. It isn't as though... most people get sold by their parents. [Yes, hers was a strange and sad story. But the Moira... it's her new beginning.]

Yes, he did. [And when she talks about this, all she can do is smile, even if it's tinged with some regret and sadness. Elizabeth will never stop missing Booker, even though she knows he has to be somewhere else. He was her first friend, her partner, the only person she could trust her life to for a long time.]

He ran through bullets, and fire, and confronted the worst of himself for me. And I can't ask any more of him than that. I could never hate him for what he did-- no one can make a sound decision when they're eighteen years old and alone with an infant. The fact that he came back...

[One hundred and twenty-three times, he came for her. Elizabeth looks down into her drink and presses her lips together in an emotional line. She misses him suddenly. He'd be happy, she thinks, to know that she had friends and was living a life surrounded by people.]