week 12 | when Jack is deda

[baptizer]

I will simply put my faith in you once more.
One last time.

[ Fridays were rolling together far more quickly than she would have imagined. Two had passed and now, Elizabeth feels alone. She was in the dark, completely with what had happened. Loved ones on the ship as the final hours began ticking. Everything had shut off like little stars dimming themselves goodnight before the sun rises.

Elizabeth knew Rhys was gone and she feels a burden on her chest. She doesn't want anyone to worry about her - no one at all. Adelina, Hancock, hell - even Bull probably took a worry with her after her untimely death and she doesn't... want that. She wasn't a little girl, not anymore.

She sits on the springy, dry cot that situates itself in the corner of her cabin. It was lonely, but then again - was she ever really not lonely? Her whole life can be summed up to people leaving her or people living her alone.

Elizabeth hadn't the heart to venture out - to ask who joined them in the graveyard. One? Two? Who knew how many could be slaughtered as long as those creatures still roamed free. She had requested one thing - a notepad to draw lazily against. Her pencil drags in abstract shapes, blossoming flowers and flying birds daring to jolt off the page.

She was fine with this, she thinks. She served her purpose to help the others and she prays, oh, as her head lays down and she murmurs to herself - she prays for everyone aboard the Pygmalion. ]

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[baptizer]

[ Being with Rhys at least gave her some chance of making a difference. Of doing good and tending to someone other than herself. She hates the fact that people have put themselves on the line for her, that sacrificed their own feelings for her. Elizabeth wanted freedom more than anything she could imagine, but in death? She resigns to the four walls designated to her.

Elizabeth had "died" three times now, falling in her own sense of morality. Whether she's truly dead or some... program waiting to be restarted, she wanted to keep doing good. She tries - but in the end, she wants nothing more than to rest. To say the right prayer for a miracle.

And her eyes jet open when she hears the knock. It makes her jump, flinching as she stirs in the bed. She's quick to act, jetting off the bed towards the door but she stops at the doorknob.

His voice hits her ears.

Elizabeth thinks of the moment when Booker offered her the key out of her tower. That moment of choice where she could open the door and feel better or stay in fear.

...unlike in Columbia, she lowers her hand against the door frame and stays silent for a few moments. She chooses the cage. ]