[ Elizabeth was far from the naive girl she was when she entered. Jack could see it - that's why he didn't doubt her threats. Something had changed - a chemical compound between self-pity and empowerment. There's so many variables to take into consideration on how Elizabeth ends up here, but there's no time for it. Even with the infinite expanse of ticking seconds, she can't think of how she could come to the conclusion.
There's something to be said about their talks - about how they push each other's buttons and beliefs to the edge, but - no. He speaks and she instead tugs his hand downward. Her knees don't buckle, but instead she just... encourages him to sit down. Right in front of her cabin. In front of the abundance of flowers that line in patches on the cobblestone path. It's less complex this way. As she kneels down, she looks at him in the same way she did when he taught her programming - with no ill-intent. ]
...I don't want to kill you anymore. [ She says almost as if she lost a battle. ] Not because I don't think I can but - ... it won't fix what had happened to me. What Comstock did to me. When I died, I thought there would be heaven or hell - a divine judgment for my sins and virtues. There's not... there's just time to think and so -
[ She looks around, as if the flowers had almost multiplied. It's lush and full - a cabin akin to a girl like Elizabeth. ]
We disagree on so much but ... [ Her hand drags to his, clutching it tightly. Rhys had been broken because of this man but she can't help but feel that there's a connection. Maybe that's why Rhys had so adamantly tried to make her see? ] ... and some of your actions make me sick to my stomach but I - I can't. You were one of my only friends and I don't know what that says about me.
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[ Elizabeth was far from the naive girl she was when she entered. Jack could see it - that's why he didn't doubt her threats. Something had changed - a chemical compound between self-pity and empowerment. There's so many variables to take into consideration on how Elizabeth ends up here, but there's no time for it. Even with the infinite expanse of ticking seconds, she can't think of how she could come to the conclusion.
There's something to be said about their talks - about how they push each other's buttons and beliefs to the edge, but - no. He speaks and she instead tugs his hand downward. Her knees don't buckle, but instead she just... encourages him to sit down. Right in front of her cabin. In front of the abundance of flowers that line in patches on the cobblestone path. It's less complex this way. As she kneels down, she looks at him in the same way she did when he taught her programming - with no ill-intent. ]
...I don't want to kill you anymore. [ She says almost as if she lost a battle. ] Not because I don't think I can but - ... it won't fix what had happened to me. What Comstock did to me. When I died, I thought there would be heaven or hell - a divine judgment for my sins and virtues. There's not... there's just time to think and so -
[ She looks around, as if the flowers had almost multiplied. It's lush and full - a cabin akin to a girl like Elizabeth. ]
We disagree on so much but ... [ Her hand drags to his, clutching it tightly. Rhys had been broken because of this man but she can't help but feel that there's a connection. Maybe that's why Rhys had so adamantly tried to make her see? ] ... and some of your actions make me sick to my stomach but I - I can't. You were one of my only friends and I don't know what that says about me.