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[ Elizabeth remembered dying so vividly. She remembered the pain in her head was unmatched - more than anything she'd ever felt and now..? It still hurts. Trying to make sense of everything... of what was left to be or feel.
She remembers looking down at Bigby as he laid there bleeding, helpless even if he gave his life to help her. She couldn't return the sentiment. It takes a while for her to leave her new "home" and the sun was so searingly bright she has to shield her eyes. She's looking for him - looking desperately to see if they ended up in the same place. There's so many questions and reasons for her to be angry... for his lies and deceit but -
She just wants to know he's okay.
The first place she goes to find is some oddly shaped lounge - she hoped, somehow figured, that was what they all needed. A good drink. She recalled Jack offering it to her, so why not? Why wouldn't lounge be where she finds Bigby?
She enters like she did Booker DeWitts office, she thinks. Her hips swayed and she's cautious as she moves. The dim lighting didn't hide the man at the bar. No. Once the door shuts... Elizabeth is standing there with her hands clasped together in front of her. ]
...Bigby.
[ That's all she can say. ]
She remembers looking down at Bigby as he laid there bleeding, helpless even if he gave his life to help her. She couldn't return the sentiment. It takes a while for her to leave her new "home" and the sun was so searingly bright she has to shield her eyes. She's looking for him - looking desperately to see if they ended up in the same place. There's so many questions and reasons for her to be angry... for his lies and deceit but -
She just wants to know he's okay.
The first place she goes to find is some oddly shaped lounge - she hoped, somehow figured, that was what they all needed. A good drink. She recalled Jack offering it to her, so why not? Why wouldn't lounge be where she finds Bigby?
She enters like she did Booker DeWitts office, she thinks. Her hips swayed and she's cautious as she moves. The dim lighting didn't hide the man at the bar. No. Once the door shuts... Elizabeth is standing there with her hands clasped together in front of her. ]
...Bigby.
[ That's all she can say. ]
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.