[ Elizabeth was from a simpler time. She could lay on the balcony of her tower with no fear of being judged as to whimsical or naive. She minds her manners but dreamed so much. Her action threw away the scenario - it didn't matter that they were dead or this idealistic life was meant to pamper them. No, Elizabeth's mind washes away the scene and it's just them.

I could retrograde you but I won't.

Elizabeth had been honest, even if she had her own contingencies with telling Jason to take Jack out if needed. Even if her heart was pained by this damn game, It was more than she ever experienced. Being around people - people that protected her and wanted to see her survive... Call it flattering but only Booker cared enough for her to live.

He starts speaking and she grows silent. ]

And I cared about you - I wrote you that letter and - ugh... I still do. And I'm scared. [ She feels so sad, mainly because she's just not confident enough to make her own choice. Her experiences are so narrow, her judgment so skewed. ] I'm scared that I'll regret it. That I'm forgiving when I shouldn't - but Jack...

[ Elizaberth is vulnerable, but her grasp clutches onto his. ]

I miss Jason.... I miss Luke. I miss - I missed you. I don't want to play games anymore. There's nothing left - it's just a sad thought I can't get out of my mind. Killing you wouldn't have changed a damn thing about anything and my thoughts about Angel... I still feel that way... I'm conflicted and I can't explain why.

[ but She tries to keep herself composed. Crying right now would be silly, dumb... ]

I'm rambling - I'm sorry.