[ Elizabeth doesn't... hold back. Her eyebrows furrow down. She's unable to keep herself from clutching her cup tightly.
Liar. Monster.
Two words fill her mind, but she bites her tongue only there - ]
There's a man in my world, Jack. His name is Comstock. [ The name brings her stomach a churn, her own fear - bubbling to the surface. ] He spoke a word that inspired people, inspired a city. Claiming his right as a prophet, he defied logic and created Columbia.
[ This may not interest him, but she has to pan it. ]
I read about him. I read about his triumphs, learned about how his seed was to bring his mission to a climax - to strike down. The Lamb of Columbia would lead her flock.
[ It's difficult to read, but she's nervous. She's trusting him, even now. And she hates it. ]
But lambs like to stray. So he locked her up. He locked her up the moment she was born and nothing... could be done. I didn't meet my Father, Jack, but I've heard the praises they sing. I've seen the wreckage he created.
[ Booker provided her a key when no one else had. When she fell from the sky so desperately only to have Songbird bring her back. To have her stay in her solitude. And for what..? She still doesn't know. There's no answers - that's what hurts most of all. ]
Men like that - who play God - are dangerous. I spoke of such, of how I never touched a human being... felt warmth or see compassion my entire life. A lavish tower with only my thoughts and dreams.
[ Elizabeth needs to watch her tongue, so she speaks very carefully: ]
They say a bird can die in a cage too small. Broken heart, loneliness... I would rather die than be caged again.
[ He has to get that - she's holding out for you, Jack. A small part of her is. The rest? She stares him down. ]
Why didn't you tell me about Angel? When you heard - when you heard my story... saw how I had taken to you - looked up to you - did you feel nothing?
no subject
Liar.
Monster.
Two words fill her mind, but she bites her tongue only there - ]
There's a man in my world, Jack. His name is Comstock. [ The name brings her stomach a churn, her own fear - bubbling to the surface. ] He spoke a word that inspired people, inspired a city. Claiming his right as a prophet, he defied logic and created Columbia.
[ This may not interest him, but she has to pan it. ]
I read about him. I read about his triumphs, learned about how his seed was to bring his mission to a climax - to strike down. The Lamb of Columbia would lead her flock.
[ It's difficult to read, but she's nervous. She's trusting him, even now. And she hates it. ]
But lambs like to stray. So he locked her up. He locked her up the moment she was born and nothing... could be done. I didn't meet my Father, Jack, but I've heard the praises they sing. I've seen the wreckage he created.
[ Booker provided her a key when no one else had. When she fell from the sky so desperately only to have Songbird bring her back. To have her stay in her solitude. And for what..? She still doesn't know. There's no answers - that's what hurts most of all. ]
Men like that - who play God - are dangerous. I spoke of such, of how I never touched a human being... felt warmth or see compassion my entire life. A lavish tower with only my thoughts and dreams.
[ Elizabeth needs to watch her tongue, so she speaks very carefully: ]
They say a bird can die in a cage too small. Broken heart, loneliness... I would rather die than be caged again.
[ He has to get that - she's holding out for you, Jack. A small part of her is. The rest? She stares him down. ]
Why didn't you tell me about Angel? When you heard - when you heard my story... saw how I had taken to you - looked up to you - did you feel nothing?