[ It's as if her words drip with bitterness. Elizabeth has been faced with some tough challenges, but this has broken her. Jack is useful, but dangerous. It's not the first time she's encountered it. There's a little bit of her that wants answers, feeling more pity that she allowed herself to be blinded by his actions. His anger. His vindictiveness. His hate. He had done something that only Hancock had - hugged her, shown her care, and truly worried of her.
And now people were dead. Rhys was dead. That man... she lost her validity but he lost everything. There would be nothing she can do to unwrite that. Elizabeth wants so desperately to open a tear, to go back and stop Rhys from standing up to Jack, but she can't. This was on her hands, isn't it?
She'll take the coffee when it's offered, letting it warm her hand. Her thimble clanks against it impatiently. Nervously. ]
As long as you're capable.
[ She sits down on the couch, her knees pressed together and elbows pressing to her thighs. She's hunched over, thoughtful as she raises the coffee to her mouth. ]
This is going to be difficult, you know.
[ She doesn't mean his mission or her revenges. The conversation. ]
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And now people were dead. Rhys was dead. That man... she lost her validity but he lost everything. There would be nothing she can do to unwrite that. Elizabeth wants so desperately to open a tear, to go back and stop Rhys from standing up to Jack, but she can't. This was on her hands, isn't it?
She'll take the coffee when it's offered, letting it warm her hand. Her thimble clanks against it impatiently. Nervously. ]
As long as you're capable.
[ She sits down on the couch, her knees pressed together and elbows pressing to her thighs. She's hunched over, thoughtful as she raises the coffee to her mouth. ]
This is going to be difficult, you know.
[ She doesn't mean his mission or her revenges. The conversation. ]