[No Comstock. Those million worlds are safe from him, those million versions of her are safe. And perhaps her actively being the hand that stopped him meant that she--not the Elizabeth of those million worlds--wouldn't have that chance to know her family.]
[But she nods, sad but content. If growing up with her family felt anything like it had this past week, with Booker and Robert, she was glad to have given that chance to those versions of her.]
What about Columbia? What about you and Miss Lutece? ...What about Booker?
[Elizabeth wasn't unintelligent, even tired. She could start to see things unraveling...]
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[But she nods, sad but content. If growing up with her family felt anything like it had this past week, with Booker and Robert, she was glad to have given that chance to those versions of her.]
What about Columbia? What about you and Miss Lutece? ...What about Booker?
[Elizabeth wasn't unintelligent, even tired. She could start to see things unraveling...]