[ Her head still hurts, mind you. The flood of emotions and memories - both from Judy and with this... afterlife... gives her a pained expression every so often.
There's so many questions Elizabeth has - a bitterness to him was understandable for being part of those group of monsters. Elizabeth won't see it any other way, she can't. There's no way she can ignore how she felt, the pain that lingered on with knowing her entire life was seemingly one big research experiment. Whether that was real or not, Elizabeth still feels it. She finds it hard to think he didn't watch her - that he didn't view her as a threat like the rest of him but... he saved her... right...?
That's why he died - he couldn't, for whatever reason, complete the "assessment". She wants nothing more than to slap him, punch him, scream at him but he stops her. The grasp on her wrist makes her flinch, gasping out in a frustration that was unmet. Elizabeth struggles and she wants so badly to believe that hitting him would fix her feelings... fix her bitterness at all of this. But.
He speaks of his regret and he sees her shoulders slump down. ]
L-Let go! [ She's still fired up, struggling so often as she tries to reel back her emotions. ] You could have killed me - twenty times over by now... You didn't.
[ She feels like she needs a drink or to just sit for a long, long time. He feels real - his grasp certainly strong enough and... she narrows her eyes to him. ]
It doesn't matter anymore, does it? The Why's and the How's... we're both dead. I just wanted to get out - I wanted... I hope everyone else is alright...
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There's so many questions Elizabeth has - a bitterness to him was understandable for being part of those group of monsters. Elizabeth won't see it any other way, she can't. There's no way she can ignore how she felt, the pain that lingered on with knowing her entire life was seemingly one big research experiment. Whether that was real or not, Elizabeth still feels it. She finds it hard to think he didn't watch her - that he didn't view her as a threat like the rest of him but... he saved her... right...?
That's why he died - he couldn't, for whatever reason, complete the "assessment". She wants nothing more than to slap him, punch him, scream at him but he stops her. The grasp on her wrist makes her flinch, gasping out in a frustration that was unmet. Elizabeth struggles and she wants so badly to believe that hitting him would fix her feelings... fix her bitterness at all of this. But.
He speaks of his regret and he sees her shoulders slump down. ]
L-Let go! [ She's still fired up, struggling so often as she tries to reel back her emotions. ] You could have killed me - twenty times over by now... You didn't.
[ She feels like she needs a drink or to just sit for a long, long time. He feels real - his grasp certainly strong enough and... she narrows her eyes to him. ]
It doesn't matter anymore, does it? The Why's and the How's... we're both dead. I just wanted to get out - I wanted... I hope everyone else is alright...