[Elizabeth squeezes Booker's arm tighter, taking that apology as a confirmation of what she suspected. She'd seen herself kidnapped by Comstock. Obviously given to Comstock as part of a deal at first, but then Booker had tried to call it off and get her back. The thought had haunted her, obviously. What sort of parent sold their child?]
[But she could do the math. Booker had been younger than Elizabeth was now. He'd made a mistake because he hadn't known any better, but he'd grown up in the moment that he'd realized what he'd done.]
[She cries harder, and she can barely speak coherently.]
Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me-- I would have loved you from the start...!
Fair enough. 8|a
[But she could do the math. Booker had been younger than Elizabeth was now. He'd made a mistake because he hadn't known any better, but he'd grown up in the moment that he'd realized what he'd done.]
[She cries harder, and she can barely speak coherently.]
Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me-- I would have loved you from the start...!