[ Just go back to your room - get out! She thinks to herself, scorning herself for giving a seed to a man who undoubtedly had harvested far too many in his time. He'll take her idea and foster it - she can only suspect it will end badly. Elizabeth waves him off, insisting she's fine. She laughs a bit lightly through her sparse breath. ]

I'm fine - this conversation is just a lot harder than I imagined. I'm sorry. [ Instinctively, she apologizes as if it's her fault. From their previous conversations - how she's taken blame for so much... it's not farfetched to be believed that she is apologizing for her emotions. ] I have my answers, you have yours.

[ She can't pull away. He can feel a stray tear or two on his thumb but he feels her warmth quite easily. She's not in hysterics as she forces a weak-willed smile on her face. Elizabeth sees a man who saw nothing wrong with anything. She wondered if that's how Comstock would have looked at her too from behind the glass of her tower? ]

We have a task to accomplish. We have to find these - these things before it's too late.

[ Her hand goes up to his hesitantly, clutching onto the back of his hand to give it a convincingly reassuring squeeze. Elizabeth's had sadness in her eyes her entire stay here - it wasn't anything new. ]

I have my faith and that will get us through. [ Whatever it may be. Her fingers drag from his and she stands, looking around as if she overstayed her welcome. ] I'll... I'll let you get back to your task. I'm sorry for burdening you with this conversation, but I needed to know. I - ...I just needed to.