❝ all these roads steer me wrong, but i still drive them all night long. ❞
[ It was supposed to be simple. Go to Rapture. Find Comstock. End him. Now... now? Now it's all gone wrong. No, not wrong, just... different. Unexpected really.
Time is running out. She only has so much time to find Comstock and get him to the proper place. It has to be before the New Years Eve Riots. Because she has to make sure it happens. Behind all the doors are multiple futures, but only one where Comstock is. This one. Except now there's him, and Elizabeth isn't sure what path to take now.
It is easy to see which door will lead to where. One leads him to joining Atlas' side and everything falls apart. One leads him to a new place, on the surface, but sometimes Josephina isn't with him. One leads him to another universe with her. Safe with his little sister, but they don't remember things as they should. Tears do that to normal people.
Then there's one that is so far away that she wonders if she can even get him there. One door that will lead him to a harder future, maybe Josephina is there and maybe she isn't, but he's with her. Not the same Elizabeth, of course, because she has her own path to walk. She has her own debts to settle and she knows them. This her though, she's so... broken. A version that needs exactly what Cordero can give her. Someone that will love her, care for her, hold her. One version of her can be happy with him. Its settling another debt really. Elizabeth knows exactly which version of her that one is.
She doesn't like to remember that sunny day in the river. Its still too painful. She misses Booker so much. Even then she knows she has to walk back to that day. She has to stand therein the water in front of Booker DeWitt as he pieces it all together. He always was smarter than he gave himself credit for. One by one, piece by piece, Booker realizes he's Zachary Comstock. He realizes that the cycle of Columbia can only end if he dies there. Everything of that timeline has to be erased.
"He's Zachary Comstock." A younger version of her says. Her hair long and in a Sunday dress.
"No. He's Booker DeWitt" That version says. Elizabeth looks at her.
She is so broken. Her small hands cling onto Booker's arm like a lifeline. He is. He's the only thing keeping her together. In that moment, Elizabeth sees everything this version of her has gone through. The torture at Comstock's hands, the months spent with Booker, the betrayal of Daisy, and how she convinced her Booker not to come. Except they both knew that Booker would come to the river. Now this version of her, who calls herself Anna DeWitt, is crying and begging him with her eyes not to go through with it. Booker looks at his Anna sadly before looking at Elizabeth. There is understanding in his eyes and she simply nods.
"No. I'm both."
Her hands go up with her other selves to drown him out. One by one they all disappear. Except her, but somehow, this version of her still exists too. Elizabeth isn't sure why Anna is there, but they are walking parallel paths. Anna falls deeper into depression and anger while Elizabeth continues dutifully down her path. Elizabeth stands then in front of Anna. The woman who looks exactly like her hugs herself and stumbles down a cobblestone path. It looks like Victorian London, but it isn't. That's when she realizes that she owes Anna a debt too. Not just Booker, not just Daisy, not just Sally. Anna too. Anna had her father taken away by her and now she has no one. She deserves someone, while Elizabeth is the one who has decided to finish the path. Anna is what she can't be: free.
She decides then that while the time she has now is precious and special, it has to end. She has to find Comstock and ends this all. She has to close this door and settle all her debts like her father did. It will be hard--walking this path never is. Cordero will be hurt and lost until he finds Anna, but it will be better for both of them. It hurts to let someone go that she cares about. Now she really understands how Booker felt.
Elizabeth looks up from the mirror in the bathroom. Pushing away from the sink, having seen Anna look back at her, she turns to exist the room. Now all that is left is to set the stage for this play. She has her own to attend and Cordero has his. ]
Time is running out. She only has so much time to find Comstock and get him to the proper place. It has to be before the New Years Eve Riots. Because she has to make sure it happens. Behind all the doors are multiple futures, but only one where Comstock is. This one. Except now there's him, and Elizabeth isn't sure what path to take now.
It is easy to see which door will lead to where. One leads him to joining Atlas' side and everything falls apart. One leads him to a new place, on the surface, but sometimes Josephina isn't with him. One leads him to another universe with her. Safe with his little sister, but they don't remember things as they should. Tears do that to normal people.
Then there's one that is so far away that she wonders if she can even get him there. One door that will lead him to a harder future, maybe Josephina is there and maybe she isn't, but he's with her. Not the same Elizabeth, of course, because she has her own path to walk. She has her own debts to settle and she knows them. This her though, she's so... broken. A version that needs exactly what Cordero can give her. Someone that will love her, care for her, hold her. One version of her can be happy with him. Its settling another debt really. Elizabeth knows exactly which version of her that one is.
She doesn't like to remember that sunny day in the river. Its still too painful. She misses Booker so much. Even then she knows she has to walk back to that day. She has to stand therein the water in front of Booker DeWitt as he pieces it all together. He always was smarter than he gave himself credit for. One by one, piece by piece, Booker realizes he's Zachary Comstock. He realizes that the cycle of Columbia can only end if he dies there. Everything of that timeline has to be erased.
"He's Zachary Comstock." A younger version of her says. Her hair long and in a Sunday dress.
"No. He's Booker DeWitt" That version says. Elizabeth looks at her.
She is so broken. Her small hands cling onto Booker's arm like a lifeline. He is. He's the only thing keeping her together. In that moment, Elizabeth sees everything this version of her has gone through. The torture at Comstock's hands, the months spent with Booker, the betrayal of Daisy, and how she convinced her Booker not to come. Except they both knew that Booker would come to the river. Now this version of her, who calls herself Anna DeWitt, is crying and begging him with her eyes not to go through with it. Booker looks at his Anna sadly before looking at Elizabeth. There is understanding in his eyes and she simply nods.
"No. I'm both."
Her hands go up with her other selves to drown him out. One by one they all disappear. Except her, but somehow, this version of her still exists too. Elizabeth isn't sure why Anna is there, but they are walking parallel paths. Anna falls deeper into depression and anger while Elizabeth continues dutifully down her path. Elizabeth stands then in front of Anna. The woman who looks exactly like her hugs herself and stumbles down a cobblestone path. It looks like Victorian London, but it isn't. That's when she realizes that she owes Anna a debt too. Not just Booker, not just Daisy, not just Sally. Anna too. Anna had her father taken away by her and now she has no one. She deserves someone, while Elizabeth is the one who has decided to finish the path. Anna is what she can't be: free.
She decides then that while the time she has now is precious and special, it has to end. She has to find Comstock and ends this all. She has to close this door and settle all her debts like her father did. It will be hard--walking this path never is. Cordero will be hurt and lost until he finds Anna, but it will be better for both of them. It hurts to let someone go that she cares about. Now she really understands how Booker felt.
Elizabeth looks up from the mirror in the bathroom. Pushing away from the sink, having seen Anna look back at her, she turns to exist the room. Now all that is left is to set the stage for this play. She has her own to attend and Cordero has his. ]