[Elizabeth nodded and clung tightly to her father. It had been a while since she had done something like this. From what she could remember, at least... As Booker held her, she felt the panic and the upset drain away into the floor and she wondered how this couldn't be 'right' as Robert had put it. If Booker wasn't her father, how did he calm her down just with a hug and a few words? How did he know what to tell her without her asking?]
[Her crying petered off, but she still clung to him as though he'd disappear if she didn't hold him down. Elizabeth was quiet, but not entirely back to where she was before her visit. Something told her she wouldn't be the same again, that she'd seen and heard too much.]
Please, if I ever go insane, please don't put me in the asylum. I'd rather be crazy for the rest of my life.
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[Her crying petered off, but she still clung to him as though he'd disappear if she didn't hold him down. Elizabeth was quiet, but not entirely back to where she was before her visit. Something told her she wouldn't be the same again, that she'd seen and heard too much.]
Please, if I ever go insane, please don't put me in the asylum. I'd rather be crazy for the rest of my life.