She's so razor-focused on the kidnapper, the less-than-human, the child-thief-- that she hardly notices Badou grab Frank. She's going to kill him, then they'll all be safe, she'll be safe, her life can move forward, she'll know who she is and what she's doing here--
Oh God no.
No, it's happening all over again. She's lost and alone, the world doesn't make any sense because it's all moving so, so fast away from what she knew before. The people who could help her make sense of it are long gone and she can't reach them. And here is this deluded man-- not Comstock-- who she can take her rage out on and no one would blame her. But she could never live with it.
Badou almost reads her mind-- it's not worth laying this on her conscience. She looks at Badou, eyes wide and wet, her hands shaking on the gun as she slowly lowers it. "It's not worth it..."
One of the tendrils of air passes between them, and the alarm that registers on Elizabeth's face seems to completely pull her out of the spiral. Once she sees what's happening, realizes there's no way to convince him it's not her, the color drains from her face.
"Oh no..." She waves her hand up and closes it into a fist-- and nothing happens. Panic shifts to terror, she's lost control of this tear. "Get out. Get everybody out-- GET THEM OUT NOW!"
She drops the gun and uses both hands, the tendrils starting to fight with some kind of energy reminiscent of the Ingress. Something is holding this tear open, and her own mind is so scattered she can't focus enough to find the metaphorical knob on this particular door. Her nose starts to bleed as she strains to bring her hands together, as the tear shrinks and pops open, as the tidal wave gets closer.
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Oh God no.
No, it's happening all over again. She's lost and alone, the world doesn't make any sense because it's all moving so, so fast away from what she knew before. The people who could help her make sense of it are long gone and she can't reach them. And here is this deluded man-- not Comstock-- who she can take her rage out on and no one would blame her. But she could never live with it.
Badou almost reads her mind-- it's not worth laying this on her conscience. She looks at Badou, eyes wide and wet, her hands shaking on the gun as she slowly lowers it. "It's not worth it..."
One of the tendrils of air passes between them, and the alarm that registers on Elizabeth's face seems to completely pull her out of the spiral. Once she sees what's happening, realizes there's no way to convince him it's not her, the color drains from her face.
"Oh no..." She waves her hand up and closes it into a fist-- and nothing happens. Panic shifts to terror, she's lost control of this tear. "Get out. Get everybody out-- GET THEM OUT NOW!"
She drops the gun and uses both hands, the tendrils starting to fight with some kind of energy reminiscent of the Ingress. Something is holding this tear open, and her own mind is so scattered she can't focus enough to find the metaphorical knob on this particular door. Her nose starts to bleed as she strains to bring her hands together, as the tear shrinks and pops open, as the tidal wave gets closer.