Elizabeth sits back on her heels and blinks at him-- it's pretty straightforward, what he's accusing her of, and after a few moments she nods a few times.

"That's true, but there's only one problem with your logic-- it supposes I thought what I did to those surgeons was the right thing to do." She laughs faintly and shakes her head, the scene washing over her again, though in a different light.

"I was angry. I was in pain. Even as I opened the tear, you know who they pleaded with? Booker. Not the person they were hurting, the one who turned off the machine. 'Turn it back on DeWitt, please' they said. They were pleading with the wrong person, but I suppose by then I wasn't a person to them anymore.

"Killing people... has been a solution for me before, but it's never brought me any comfort. If I could do it over again, I'd find another way to stop them. I know better now."