[ It's implied she wrote this letter originally in the earlier weeks. The previous letter was short and sweet but crossed out except for this blurb: ]
You are one of the most insufferable men I've ever encountered. You have no disregard for anyone's feelings unless they affect yours. You, sir, are an asshole.
[ A new paragraph begins, one that's in a new ink and more frantically written: ]
I still feel the above is true, but things have changed. I've changed. I think you have too. However, if you're reading this, you're either incredibly nosy or I've been killed. There's a big chance it's the killed option.
I won't bore you with a letter that makes you feel sorry for me. You never have and I think... I think that's why I'm fond of you. You don't view me as some poor girl with a bad history and you challenge me to change my future. A bit too blunt for my taste, but... thank you for that. For seeing me as Elizabeth, not a freak.
Is it forward of me to say I enjoyed being close with you...? I don't think my heart ever beat as fast as it did when we kissed. That has to be normal - all the romance writers describe it as a sensation where your senses go into overdrive. I can't argue. It would be foolish of me to believe this could go anywhere, but I wouldn't have minded it.
I wonder if I'll miss you? I think... I think I will. Thinking about Heaven or Hell - that eternity. Yes, it makes me miss you already. You better not scoff at that admittance! It's true - I truly will miss you.
Keep everyone safe, please. Keep an eye on Jack. Don't bloody your hands for me, but do what needs to be done to keep Yuno and the others safe. I trust you.
Don't ever let them tell you that you were wrong. They don't know what it's like to be captive. They won't ever understand. You were caged like a bird with its wings clipped. If you had not done what you've done, you would never have been free.
They will never understand that.
Please visit Paris - find Marinette and Adrien. Let them show you around - try a chocolate truffle and dance in the rain for me.
Stay alive, Yuno. See the world and your loved one as you were destined to. Break the circle of violence and live.
Dated Week 9: Dave, I've never met a boy like you! Your jokes and humor escape me, but you genuinely do such a great job making me feel at ease. Thank you for introducing me to pizza - it's a silly little luxury we have in a place like this.
I really hope you keep Roxy safe. To have a relationship so kind... so warm like that with your mother (albeit how young she be...) is important. Value that. Honestly, seriously please - if there's anything I could offer you it is that. Hold her close and obey her when she gives you orders!
Please, stay safe.
Your friend, Elizabeth
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Dated Week 9: Jessie, I don't think you'll ever get it. I don't mean in a rude way, but just an objective one. You don't understand that I do not blame anyone for casting judgment and votes. After the betrayal we've seen with the killings - how could we not be on guard? I believe that you only wanted the truth and that is the end of the discussion.
I hope you find your Mother and you're able to return to your world. Thank you for your friendship and companionship. Please see to it that Jason isn't reckless... I'm trusting you on this.
Your friend, Elizabeth
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Dated Week 7: Marinette and Adrien, Both of you... thank you for checking on me. For doing your best to give me hope about Paris and to inspire me to keep going. It has worked wonders!
But.
You need to be aware: this world is too cruel. There are times where people need to be taken out. Smothered before they take their first wicked breath. Don't sully your hands with blood, but by now please know that now is not the time for morality. It's odd... I'm at a crossroad myself. Doing what's right and what needs to be done? It's a very thin line but sometimes they must be crossed.
I suppose you need to just hear: Do good. Always do good.
Dreaming of Paris with you both, Elizabeth
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Dated Week 7 Adelina, Your friendship has gotten me through the most emotionally tormenting moments of my entire life. Your kindness has done nothing but keep my spirits up. I hope with all of my heart that you survive this and return to do good. To make a difference. I've never had a friend like you before and whatever the case means for you to find this letter, know that you are treasured in my heart.
I ask that you keep trying to change your future and leave the past, the past.
Don't let Jason get to you. He's not that bad.
Love, Elizabeth
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Dated Week 6, 7, 8, and 9 Clover, I'm sorry.
- Elizabeth
-------------------------------- Adam, You're much stronger than you believe yourself to be. Be logical, be smart, be spectacular. You've shown me kindness over the weeks and I only regret not showing that appreciation more. Thank you for keeping Luke in check, as a by the way. You balance each other out nicely.
[ Letters addressed to Jack are two separate pages. Two pages have distinctively different tones. The first letter is a little crumbled up and pushed to the back of the desk (week 6) while the second is fresh and in its stack. ]
Jack, If you're reading this something most certainly has happened. Please don't focus on that - focus on moving forward and helping everyone else survive this game.
You've shown me nothing but kindness (after hitting me with a tablet) and for that? I can't thank you enough. I never thought I'd be able to talk about idle things with people - whatever topics came to mind but... here I am! I really wish under better circumstances we could have met. Maybe in your world? Maybe in mine? I'm not quite sure. It would have been nice.
It would have been nice to meet Angel - you've spoke so highly of her and I'm sure if she takes after you, would have been great company as well. After you lost your photo, I wanted you to have this. Think of it as a final goodbye -
[ Attached with a paperclip is a drawing similar to the young picture of Angel. Had she studied it and drew it? It's pretty close, actually. It's a fairly accurate depiction of the photograph he saw go up in flames. ]
I hope you like it. Just stay strong. I don't doubt it but - please... trust people. Watch your anger and do good. Do what's right.
Love, Elizabeth.
Jack, You know what this is. If you're reading, I've died. Who knows how, but - it doesn't matter.
I wasn't going to write anything for you. I felt as if there wasn't a way I could transcribe my feelings to paper. They're complicated and as the weeks go on, I realize just how much.
I've changed, Jack but you? You haven't. Quick to call yourself a monster so no one can spur your actions ... You don't see anything wrong with what you do as long as you say it's for the greater good - right? You take pride in that fact - you were so quick to claim it as a title worthy of wearing. If you believe yourself to be a monster, you'll die a monster. I hope you're ready for that judgment.
Everything Rhys said rings in my mind - I can't get it out of my head. When I look at you, I'm not sure if I see a friend or a means to an end. You have undeniable power and shining charisma that could snuff the sun out - but that's dangerous.
Men with that much power lose sight of their endgoal because they believe things will never end. They lose their mortality and their perception. From that, a king becomes a self-appointed God voiding their sin. Is this what you've done?
You explained what happened to Angel and I'm sorry, but I can't believe that. After 18 years, things change. Angel could have been taught how to wield her powers just as I had. You took a girl and put her into a cage. You watched from your lap of privilege and saw her grow too big for the cage. Is that what -... was Rhys lying when he said she killed herself? That answer, I have no right to know.
How many times have you visited her? Asked her about her hobbies? Brought her gifts? Made her feel loved? Did you study her? Did you deny her of her wishes? Tell her no when she asked to go outside? Did you see how her powers could benefit you and your regime?
I can't find out those answers, but I pray to God that you think about them. Every. Day. Of. Your. Life.
I've bloodied my hands - I carry that burden and know my repentance may mean nothing in the end. I'll accept my judgment as He gives it. Its hypocritical for me to be angry over the people you've slaughtered but Angel? Jack... she was your daughter.
I can tell you from experience - the first few years are easy. When you realize the limitations of the four walls you find yourself in, you don't get it. You accept that this is how you live. This is where you belong. You find books, hobbies, and spark a very interesting imagination. The later years? When she feels herself grow into a girl ready to become a woman? That's when it hurts the most. When curiosity means nothing if one can't act on it - it's a low hanging fruit just out of reach.
Speaking for Angel is wrong of me. I don't know her anymore than I know you. And... that breaks my heart. Jack, I trusted you. I believed in you. ...and some of me still does. Some of me still believes you have been genuine to me and your care still is pure. Part of me still believes you can do good.
That's foolish, isn't it? How can I trust you when your very existence brings me back to the darkest place in my life? You'll never get it, Jack. You'll never get that power isn't everything.
I wasn't lying when I told you I would find Angel. I would find a universe where you both are happy. Find a universe where she's alive. There's an infinite amount of them, Jack, but sadly, you'll never see them. Constants and variables - your actions will always be the constant. In every universe, you'll lock Angel up like a bird with clipped wings.
I suppose I should stop worrying. I should stop taking this personally. But, if you did not understand my pain when we first discussed this - you won't understand it now... Why waste the ink?
I'll end this letter with some advice, then.
Choose your battles. Repent for your sins. If Angel is alive in any world - pray that you free her.
If there's anything - I will simply put my faith in you once more. One last time. You may be the only one that can save them. Please save everyone who remains. Jason...Luke... Yuno - everyone that has made me feel more than a victim. Please.
I want you to know first and foremost: don't blame yourself. If you're reading this, something's happened to me. That seems a bit obvious, doesn't it?
This letter isn't meant for some encouraging uplift. I don't want to die, but I know my judgment will be just. There's so many things I wish I could do differently... I wonder if I never left my tower... if I'd be here. It's a little terrifying to think that maybe my loneliness was fate? If you can debate fate with me, I can too.
It's strange. I didn't... I didn't believe I could put my faith so blindly into others. After Booker - I guess it's only natural. You were one of the few people that befriended me without needing something in return. When you came to me after I was revived... I don't think you'll know what you did.
You saved my life.
I was ready to pick the nearest scalpel up and repent for my sins. To take my burden and judgment.
Thank you for saving me.
As the days tick by, I'm scared but hopeful? I've never experienced friendships like I have here - seen the variety of people. Who knows? Maybe there's an Elizabeth Comstock in your world. Constants and variables - it's a theory that there are always constants in the universe and there are variables that impact them.
I hope that Elizabeth is enjoying a stroll in Paris. It's not likely, but it's nice to dream.
By the time you're reading this, I hope two things: you're sober and you're not mourning me too deeply. We weren't close, but I valued your attitude during this entire ordeal. Thank you - truly.
...I suppose I sympathize with you. You have to deal with the aftereffects of your actions like I had. I'm sorry - I hope by the time this is over you can forgive yourself and move on. That's the only thing to do. Bull would have wanted that, I think, even if he'd never be as sensitive to say as such.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I can't do anything to change this. I can't do anything to avenge you. Can I...? You didn't deserve this. No, not after exposing Jack as the monster he was. It's not fair.
It's not.
I wish I was dead too.
This will never reach you and I'm so sorry for this.
I don't know why I'm even writing this... this is pointless.
[ Look what had slipped into the trashcan by accident. oops. ]
Hancock, I miss you.
I truly miss you.
Saying I'm sorry is insulting. It's not something to be sorry for. Spilling milk - that's worthy of it but... that creature inside of me killed you. I killed you, if we would like to be technical.
I promise, I'll live for you. I'll stay alive and not put up with any... um shit - because you believed I was more than just some girl.
Thank you for your friendship when I never knew the word. You've given it meaning.
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JASON - dated week 9
You are one of the most insufferable men I've ever encountered. You have no disregard for anyone's feelings unless they affect yours. You, sir, are an asshole.
[ A new paragraph begins, one that's in a new ink and more frantically written: ]
I still feel the above is true, but things have changed. I've changed. I think you have too. However, if you're reading this, you're either incredibly nosy or I've been killed. There's a big chance it's the killed option.
I won't bore you with a letter that makes you feel sorry for me. You never have and I think... I think that's why I'm fond of you. You don't view me as some poor girl with a bad history and you challenge me to change my future. A bit too blunt for my taste, but... thank you for that. For seeing me as Elizabeth, not a freak.
Is it forward of me to say I enjoyed being close with you...? I don't think my heart ever beat as fast as it did when we kissed. That has to be normal - all the romance writers describe it as a sensation where your senses go into overdrive. I can't argue. It would be foolish of me to believe this could go anywhere, but I wouldn't have minded it.
I wonder if I'll miss you? I think... I think I will. Thinking about Heaven or Hell - that eternity. Yes, it makes me miss you already. You better not scoff at that admittance! It's true - I truly will miss you.
Keep everyone safe, please. Keep an eye on Jack. Don't bloody your hands for me, but do what needs to be done to keep Yuno and the others safe. I trust you.
- Elizabeth
YUNO - dated week 9
They will never understand that.
Please visit Paris - find Marinette and Adrien. Let them show you around - try a chocolate truffle and dance in the rain for me.
Stay alive, Yuno. See the world and your loved one as you were destined to. Break the circle of violence and live.
COLLECTION
Dave,
I've never met a boy like you! Your jokes and humor escape me, but you genuinely do such a great job making me feel at ease. Thank you for introducing me to pizza - it's a silly little luxury we have in a place like this.
I really hope you keep Roxy safe. To have a relationship so kind... so warm like that with your mother (albeit how young she be...) is important. Value that. Honestly, seriously please - if there's anything I could offer you it is that. Hold her close and obey her when she gives you orders!
Please, stay safe.
Your friend,
Elizabeth
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Dated Week 9:
Jessie,
I don't think you'll ever get it. I don't mean in a rude way, but just an objective one. You don't understand that I do not blame anyone for casting judgment and votes. After the betrayal we've seen with the killings - how could we not be on guard? I believe that you only wanted the truth and that is the end of the discussion.
I hope you find your Mother and you're able to return to your world. Thank you for your friendship and companionship. Please see to it that Jason isn't reckless... I'm trusting you on this.
Your friend,
Elizabeth
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Dated Week 7:
Marinette and Adrien,
Both of you... thank you for checking on me. For doing your best to give me hope about Paris and to inspire me to keep going. It has worked wonders!
But.
You need to be aware: this world is too cruel. There are times where people need to be taken out. Smothered before they take their first wicked breath. Don't sully your hands with blood, but by now please know that now is not the time for morality. It's odd... I'm at a crossroad myself. Doing what's right and what needs to be done? It's a very thin line but sometimes they must be crossed.
I suppose you need to just hear: Do good. Always do good.
Dreaming of Paris with you both,
Elizabeth
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Dated Week 7
Adelina,
Your friendship has gotten me through the most emotionally tormenting moments of my entire life. Your kindness has done nothing but keep my spirits up. I hope with all of my heart that you survive this and return to do good. To make a difference. I've never had a friend like you before and whatever the case means for you to find this letter, know that you are treasured in my heart.
I ask that you keep trying to change your future and leave the past, the past.
Don't let Jason get to you. He's not that bad.
Love,
Elizabeth
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Dated Week 6, 7, 8, and 9
Clover,
I'm sorry.
- Elizabeth
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Adam,
You're much stronger than you believe yourself to be. Be logical, be smart, be spectacular. You've shown me kindness over the weeks and I only regret not showing that appreciation more. Thank you for keeping Luke in check, as a by the way. You balance each other out nicely.
Your friend,
Elizabeth
Jack - Dated Week 5 and 8
Jack,
If you're reading this something most certainly has happened. Please don't focus on that - focus on moving forward and helping everyone else survive this game.
You've shown me nothing but kindness (after hitting me with a tablet) and for that? I can't thank you enough. I never thought I'd be able to talk about idle things with people - whatever topics came to mind but... here I am! I really wish under better circumstances we could have met. Maybe in your world? Maybe in mine? I'm not quite sure. It would have been nice.
It would have been nice to meet Angel - you've spoke so highly of her and I'm sure if she takes after you, would have been great company as well. After you lost your photo, I wanted you to have this. Think of it as a final goodbye -
[ Attached with a paperclip is a drawing similar to the young picture of Angel. Had she studied it and drew it? It's pretty close, actually. It's a fairly accurate depiction of the photograph he saw go up in flames. ]
I hope you like it. Just stay strong. I don't doubt it but - please... trust people. Watch your anger and do good. Do what's right.
Love,
Elizabeth.
Jack,
You know what this is. If you're reading, I've died. Who knows how, but - it doesn't matter.
I wasn't going to write anything for you. I felt as if there wasn't a way I could transcribe my feelings to paper. They're complicated and as the weeks go on, I realize just how much.
I've changed, Jack but you? You haven't. Quick to call yourself a monster so no one can spur your actions ... You don't see anything wrong with what you do as long as you say it's for the greater good - right? You take pride in that fact - you were so quick to claim it as a title worthy of wearing. If you believe yourself to be a monster, you'll die a monster. I hope you're ready for that judgment.
Everything Rhys said rings in my mind - I can't get it out of my head. When I look at you, I'm not sure if I see a friend or a means to an end. You have undeniable power and shining charisma that could snuff the sun out - but that's dangerous.
Men with that much power lose sight of their endgoal because they believe things will never end. They lose their mortality and their perception. From that, a king becomes a self-appointed God voiding their sin. Is this what you've done?
You explained what happened to Angel and I'm sorry, but I can't believe that. After 18 years, things change. Angel could have been taught how to wield her powers just as I had. You took a girl and put her into a cage. You watched from your lap of privilege and saw her grow too big for the cage. Is that what -... was Rhys lying when he said she killed herself? That answer, I have no right to know.
How many times have you visited her? Asked her about her hobbies? Brought her gifts? Made her feel loved? Did you study her? Did you deny her of her wishes? Tell her no when she asked to go outside? Did you see how her powers could benefit you and your regime?
I can't find out those answers, but I pray to God that you think about them. Every. Day. Of. Your. Life.
I've bloodied my hands - I carry that burden and know my repentance may mean nothing in the end. I'll accept my judgment as He gives it. Its hypocritical for me to be angry over the people you've slaughtered but Angel? Jack... she was your daughter.
I can tell you from experience - the first few years are easy. When you realize the limitations of the four walls you find yourself in, you don't get it. You accept that this is how you live. This is where you belong. You find books, hobbies, and spark a very interesting imagination. The later years? When she feels herself grow into a girl ready to become a woman? That's when it hurts the most. When curiosity means nothing if one can't act on it - it's a low hanging fruit just out of reach.
Speaking for Angel is wrong of me. I don't know her anymore than I know you. And... that breaks my heart. Jack, I trusted you. I believed in you. ...and some of me still does. Some of me still believes you have been genuine to me and your care still is pure. Part of me still believes you can do good.
That's foolish, isn't it? How can I trust you when your very existence brings me back to the darkest place in my life? You'll never get it, Jack. You'll never get that power isn't everything.
I wasn't lying when I told you I would find Angel. I would find a universe where you both are happy. Find a universe where she's alive. There's an infinite amount of them, Jack, but sadly, you'll never see them. Constants and variables - your actions will always be the constant. In every universe, you'll lock Angel up like a bird with clipped wings.
I suppose I should stop worrying. I should stop taking this personally. But, if you did not understand my pain when we first discussed this - you won't understand it now... Why waste the ink?
I'll end this letter with some advice, then.
Choose your battles.
Repent for your sins.
If Angel is alive in any world - pray that you free her.
If there's anything - I will simply put my faith in you once more. One last time. You may be the only one that can save them. Please save everyone who remains. Jason...Luke... Yuno - everyone that has made me feel more than a victim. Please.
Sincerely,
Elizabeth
Luke - Dated Week 9
I want you to know first and foremost: don't blame yourself. If you're reading this, something's happened to me. That seems a bit obvious, doesn't it?
This letter isn't meant for some encouraging uplift. I don't want to die, but I know my judgment will be just. There's so many things I wish I could do differently... I wonder if I never left my tower... if I'd be here. It's a little terrifying to think that maybe my loneliness was fate? If you can debate fate with me, I can too.
It's strange. I didn't... I didn't believe I could put my faith so blindly into others. After Booker - I guess it's only natural. You were one of the few people that befriended me without needing something in return. When you came to me after I was revived... I don't think you'll know what you did.
You saved my life.
I was ready to pick the nearest scalpel up and repent for my sins. To take my burden and judgment.
Thank you for saving me.
As the days tick by, I'm scared but hopeful? I've never experienced friendships like I have here - seen the variety of people. Who knows? Maybe there's an Elizabeth Comstock in your world. Constants and variables - it's a theory that there are always constants in the universe and there are variables that impact them.
I hope that Elizabeth is enjoying a stroll in Paris. It's not likely, but it's nice to dream.
Lead everyone and stop blowing yourself up.
Love, Elizabeth.
Dorian - Week 8
By the time you're reading this, I hope two things: you're sober and you're not mourning me too deeply. We weren't close, but I valued your attitude during this entire ordeal. Thank you - truly.
...I suppose I sympathize with you. You have to deal with the aftereffects of your actions like I had. I'm sorry - I hope by the time this is over you can forgive yourself and move on. That's the only thing to do. Bull would have wanted that, I think, even if he'd never be as sensitive to say as such.
One day at a time, Dorian. That's all you need.
Sincerely,
Elizabeth
Rhys - Week 7
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I can't do anything to change this. I can't do anything to avenge you. Can I...? You didn't deserve this. No, not after exposing Jack as the monster he was. It's not fair.
It's not.
I wish I was dead too.
This will never reach you and I'm so sorry for this.
I don't know why I'm even writing this... this is pointless.
Hancock - Week 7
Hancock,
I miss you.
I truly miss you.
Saying I'm sorry is insulting. It's not something to be sorry for. Spilling milk - that's worthy of it but... that creature inside of me killed you. I killed you, if we would like to be technical.
I promise, I'll live for you. I'll stay alive and not put up with any... um shit - because you believed I was more than just some girl.
Thank you for your friendship when I never knew the word. You've given it meaning.
Love,
Elizabeth