[Whatever weakened siphon is still in place, whatever is preventing Elizabeth from simply opening a tear and walking them all out, has been severely affecting her ability to control what she sees and how much she sees. She can barely choose what to see on the battlefield. The second Robert starts describing it to her, she can see it, right behind him. The electricity and the screaming, and it takes all of Elizabeth's focus while she keeps her eyes shut to close it and lock herself out.]

[She's still afraid to open her eyes, she doesn't know what she's going to see. She keeps her head between her hands and tries to build up the courage to open them.]

If this is what the rest of my life is going to be like... controlled and watched by someone, trapped and unable to change anything because things are being 'suggested' to me, turned out to fight on a field with my tears malfunctioning... I don't want to live it. I can't, I can't do it knowing my life will never be my own.

...I'm sorry, I never thought about how it, the machine, malfunctioned-- I'm sorry, I didn't think, I can't fit anything together anymore...!