[ he doesn't respond to anything else that she says. Booker listens to her as she starts breaking down into a fit of tears ago, studying the sadness expressed on her face. she wasn't in a situation that carried a guaranteed good ending except for the one that ensured she would live a false life, blissfully ignorant of how she got to the fake version of Paris that she was hungry to see again. none of the options presented would bring Booker back. it was yet another reason as to why she had to keep trying.
but it was clear that she was deeply upset over the fact that he was dead, not unlike that of Elizabeth herself. if only they could have at least died together, but no; they were both killed before they were even aware of each other's nearby existence. even Booker would be upset with that knowledge. ]
So you don't.
[ it would come as all too clear for her in retrospect, when this conversation was over and done with. all of the enigmatic responses, the uncanny composure in Booker's voice that never faltered, the constant hypothetical's regarding his own opinions.
he stares through the datapad and into Elizabeth's eyes, seemingly holding her gaze as he gives her one last smile. it was the closest thing to genuine as a hallucination could possibly get. not a second later, the screen begins to glitch and the image fades, bringing her back to whatever she had been previously looking at before he had appeared in the first place. all she'll hear is one last set of words. ]
I'm not actually here, Elizabeth. But... maybe we'll run into each other again.
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but it was clear that she was deeply upset over the fact that he was dead, not unlike that of Elizabeth herself. if only they could have at least died together, but no; they were both killed before they were even aware of each other's nearby existence. even Booker would be upset with that knowledge. ]
So you don't.
[ it would come as all too clear for her in retrospect, when this conversation was over and done with. all of the enigmatic responses, the uncanny composure in Booker's voice that never faltered, the constant hypothetical's regarding his own opinions.
he stares through the datapad and into Elizabeth's eyes, seemingly holding her gaze as he gives her one last smile. it was the closest thing to genuine as a hallucination could possibly get. not a second later, the screen begins to glitch and the image fades, bringing her back to whatever she had been previously looking at before he had appeared in the first place. all she'll hear is one last set of words. ]
I'm not actually here, Elizabeth. But... maybe we'll run into each other again.