[ It feels so long ago that she discovered the precious Lamb of Columbia was... well, her. The recognition that she would sit the throne and deliver Comstock's message to the future generations was something she didn't want. Just like those trapped between the war of Comstock and Daisy Fitzroy, Elizabeth felt some need to help those people.

His question catches her off guard. Had she changed this much? She's a little defensive over that. ]

That... that's to be expected, isn't it? After hosting one of those creatures inside of me and -

[ She stops mid-sentence. No, Booker doesn't deserve to hear her rant about this. ]

Nevermind...

[ She trails off, likely hiding her shame a bit more. ]

I still have faith, Booker. You know what happened with Chen Lin - I... I can do this. What's a few million universes to shift through anyway? [ It was a half-confident smile, one that is like she's really... trying to convince herself. ] ...I just want to bring us back... All of us.

...You too.