[ This was bad. This was most definitely bad. The girl would not have come armed, putting her blind faith into the man... however, there were no girls present. She has to prepare for fates she isn't quite fond of thinking of.

He speaks and she shows the respect to him by keeping shut. Her rambles contained with a tight-lipped state. Religion was important to her, mainly because she's so eager to disbelieve it. Yet... everything she read tied back to it. Comstock's prophecies, God's word - they were the same thing to most and only she could tell the difference.

She realizes too late that her words were motivational - not to redeem the sinner but to give him ambition to prove God wrong. Her stomach hollows and all she can do is smile. Her bottom lip trembles only slightly. Stupid, Elizabeth... stupid. She thinks to herself. She made him promises, sold her soul with this alliance for her own personal vendettas. To make sure no one feels as violated as she had. Give the woman a chance to believe and she truly believes he can change - at least, with his last breath, see his fading heaven.

Elizabeth smiles awkwardly, waving him off as if trying to hold back her tears. He sees how much her eyes swell with red, her lip trembling. ]

Please don't make me regret this, Jack. I don't want to go back to - [ She stammers, stiffening her emotion a bit more. She can't cry, she's not a girl anymore. ] I don't want to wish to have never left my tower. Please, please don't make me regret trusting you.

[ She will. Or he will. Either or. ]