No, you're taking his literal spot. I don't think - I never thought you were one of them, but if only five people leave... you're taking a slot up. Smart, I don't blame you, but you can do better business. Have a better chance.
[ Elizabeth isn't expecting him to get her and honestly, she wishes she could see the doors now. See if she walks out of here alive. See if she made the right choice approaching him. As he holds onto her hands, she remembers only holding one other hand her entire life. Booker's. It's a short life, she thinks, one that she can't remember the resolution too and now that she realizes she has no powers, no doors - she has to work with what she has. ]
You're going to lose your alliance, Jack... [ She has to warn him, right? Tell him that. ] The more staff members we can find and vote, we can - there's a way to leave.
[ She listens to him. Talking about his people and she doesn't blame him. He lets go of her hand and she sighs, reminding that... she doesn't have anyone, does she? There's no goal for her. She can't even remember why she came back - why she gave everything up to return to Rapture. ]
If five is the magic number, remove three of the staff members. You snuggly fit into those slots instead of getting by the skin of your teeth.
[ Elizabeth lifts her palm up to wipe away the tears that come from the corners - frustration, just the same that he was feeling. ]
I don't care what happens to me but I can't - ... I can't die for nothing again. [ ? ] These people have kept us caged and depraved us of our freedom and I'll be fucking damned if I'm going to die caged without some kind of collateral damage.
You can have your slot, but the road to hell is paved with good intention. I don't care if I'm one of the five leaving here - there's much more at stake now.
[ Elizabeth sighs heavily, breathing deeply to regain her composure before looking away. Almost as if she's ashamed. ]
I just wanted to see the sun once more, but... if that's not in cards, so be it. I'd rather they know every ounce of what I've felt being locked away, mister. Having every ounce of hope rot away.
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[ Elizabeth isn't expecting him to get her and honestly, she wishes she could see the doors now. See if she walks out of here alive. See if she made the right choice approaching him. As he holds onto her hands, she remembers only holding one other hand her entire life. Booker's. It's a short life, she thinks, one that she can't remember the resolution too and now that she realizes she has no powers, no doors - she has to work with what she has. ]
You're going to lose your alliance, Jack... [ She has to warn him, right? Tell him that. ] The more staff members we can find and vote, we can - there's a way to leave.
[ She listens to him. Talking about his people and she doesn't blame him. He lets go of her hand and she sighs, reminding that... she doesn't have anyone, does she? There's no goal for her. She can't even remember why she came back - why she gave everything up to return to Rapture. ]
If five is the magic number, remove three of the staff members. You snuggly fit into those slots instead of getting by the skin of your teeth.
[ Elizabeth lifts her palm up to wipe away the tears that come from the corners - frustration, just the same that he was feeling. ]
I don't care what happens to me but I can't - ... I can't die for nothing again. [ ? ] These people have kept us caged and depraved us of our freedom and I'll be fucking damned if I'm going to die caged without some kind of collateral damage.
You can have your slot, but the road to hell is paved with good intention. I don't care if I'm one of the five leaving here - there's much more at stake now.
[ Elizabeth sighs heavily, breathing deeply to regain her composure before looking away. Almost as if she's ashamed. ]
I just wanted to see the sun once more, but... if that's not in cards, so be it. I'd rather they know every ounce of what I've felt being locked away, mister. Having every ounce of hope rot away.