[ Elizabeth's huffing, trying to regain the emotions that wash over her. She wants to hate him, she wants to hate all of them for subjecting her through this. But... she can't. She feels nothing but pity for the rest - knowing the others would rightfully face action for their choices but for Bigby..? After his sacrifice, Elizabeth is conflicted.
His words make her stew, looking down in a bit of anger. Elizabeth was fine accepting death, dealing with the repercussions of her actions. For how vocal she was and how many strings she pulled over the few days she had been tasked to find the staff members. He died so she could live - and look, she didn't get very far.
Elizabeth feels like she let him and a lot of people down, but she waves it off. She has to. ]
Why..? [ She's asked that a lot now. ] You believed so heavily in what I was trying to do?
[ To help them, she means. Elizabeth feels loss and when she realize the irony in this - the irony in meeting in some bar again... She weakly smiles. Bigby's hand on her side makes her look back up to him, as scared as she was the first few days after executing Luke... ]
no subject
His words make her stew, looking down in a bit of anger. Elizabeth was fine accepting death, dealing with the repercussions of her actions. For how vocal she was and how many strings she pulled over the few days she had been tasked to find the staff members. He died so she could live - and look, she didn't get very far.
Elizabeth feels like she let him and a lot of people down, but she waves it off. She has to. ]
Why..? [ She's asked that a lot now. ] You believed so heavily in what I was trying to do?
[ To help them, she means. Elizabeth feels loss and when she realize the irony in this - the irony in meeting in some bar again... She weakly smiles. Bigby's hand on her side makes her look back up to him, as scared as she was the first few days after executing Luke... ]
Hey - now's not the time for nostalgia.