( afterlife )

[tearable]

[ 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. ]

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[puffing]

[ after what Judy's subjected her through? Bigby would forgive her for having a migraine as long as she was forced to deal with. even being melted by a laser meant nothing in comparison to what happened to her. he doesn't know the full picture, but if it was enough to kill her without having actually been inflicted any pain... he doesn't even want to think about it. she's enough of a handful in her current state as is, so he doesn't have to do much to distract himself. ]

Nuh uh. Hitting something or someone isn't going to do you any favors. I did it enough. Trust me, not as beneficial as I wanted it to be.

[ she talks about how many times he could have killed her and he frowns. his eyes are cast downward and he avoids looking at her. regardless of his good intentions, his moral standing, he was still a part of a group that was going around killing others for the name of science. for a greater goal that couldn't have been foreseen by anyone or anything. Bigby's hands have never been free of blood, before or after this experiment, but he knew one thing for certain. ]

I was never going to let you be killed. By me or by anyone else in that group of psychos.

[ his opinion of the other scientists is revealed, but it's not like it would soften Elizabeth's outlook on him. he isn't looking for her sympathy. she's allowed to be as angry as she wants to be, and considering they're about to spending much more than just ten days together, she can also take as long as she needs to as well. with her calming down to an extent, he lets go of her hands and instead holds her by the hips. it's more of an act of reassurance than anything, but she can take it as she wants. ]

If it matters to you, it matters. But yeah. We're... we're dead. Or whatever it is we want to call this.

[ the acceptance of that is rough, especially when he considers where they are currently at. Bigby takes a look around the bar before settling his eyes back on her, running his hands up and down her sides to try his best to keep her calm. ]

We met in a bar for the first time. Didn't, uh. Think this is where we would wind up finding each other in the afterlife, too.

[ there's something about constants and variables in there that can be considered an entertaining thought. ]

[tearable]

[ 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... ]

Hey - now's not the time for nostalgia.