[Elizabeth crosses her arms and digs her fingers into her skin. No amount of protective body language would save her from her mind, though. All of her memories, all of the things she smiled at, Booker and Robert and Gai--she would save all of her selves from Comstock, and that would leave her with... nothing. With a life that wasn't hers, memories that would be wiped away like etchings in the sand by a wave.]
[She shakes her head, refusing to cry, but clearly holding too much feeling in to be healthy.] I can't. I can't do it. Not if it's going to destroy everything, I can't.
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[She shakes her head, refusing to cry, but clearly holding too much feeling in to be healthy.] I can't. I can't do it. Not if it's going to destroy everything, I can't.