week 13

[baptizer]

[ She wants to go home.

That's all she wants.

But she can't. She saw the datapad display her world as nothing but some wicked fulfilled prophecy. If she can just ... reset everything to what it was... to bring people back before the project, all would be right. She could go back to Columbia. Booker would be alive. Hancock, Jason, Luke, Yuno, Jack - ... even Rhys, they'd all be safe.

It's simple to her. A tear is a door to another world and she wants so desperately to do that.

So that's how she offers herself. That's how she views this can pan out. Being the subject of an experiment...? A specimen...? It's not unusual and oh how her heart pains coming to that conclusion.

Maybe that's all she is, in the end.

She lies in her bed, clutching at her pillow and looking at the datapad. She could bother the boys but no... she can't. They're all suffering.

If there was any solace it was that the Nuwa was safe. If they could revive the dead, that means the Nuwa could too.

...Booker could be alive. ]

...I wish you were here, Booker.

[ Elizabeth croaks out without thinking, feeling her breath catch in her throat. ]

I wish we made it to Paris.

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[herds]

[ there's nothing waiting for her back at home. no Columbia, no tower, no Songbird, no Comstock ― no Booker. just a world in ruins. a world led to ruins by an Elizabeth that's not far off from the one currently on the Pygmalion. as much as she would like to return as a way of escaping what upsets her here, with all of the pain and misery shared between those that have become dear to her, she has to face the music.

or, at least, should face the music. she stubbornly denies it to her last breath, in true Elizabeth fashion, offering herself as a martyr to attempt to save everyone on both ships. the costs of doing such a thing are blatantly obvious. she would most likely die. she would once again be used for her powers and nothing else, only this time, it would be by her own choosing. did that make things any better? Elizabeth is the only one that may be able to answer that.

as if her words possessed the power to summon someone, Elizabeth would be able to see an image begin to overtake whatever she was currently doing on her datapad. the pixels are unclear at first, showing what could only be a familiar look of a man with messily styled hair and the visage of a five o'clock shadow that has since passed an hour or three. it begins to clear, revealing a solid black void as a background with Booker's face staring straight at her through the screen. he remains quiet for a moment, no emotion indicative of excitement over seeing her again revealed in his expressions.

his voice speaks out to her as if his audio had just cut in mid-sentence, more dry and somber than she may remember even as he played the role of a stoic guardian. ]

―right here, Elizabeth. Looks like you're having a bad day. Can't be much different than normal for you.

[ maybe Elizabeth is the only one that can answer the questions that surround her. Booker can at least try and help guide her to the right ones. ]