booker/elizabeth - open to others - afternoon
Elizabeth stared down hard at the open book, taking in everything Booker was saying in a slower pace. Not that she was an idiot-- she knew that wasn’t true-- but because any hope she had of understanding what was happening was diminishing before her eyes. All the explanations she could imagine just didn’t add up scientifically, and accepting only the supernatural was harder than it should have been. And now, all she could feel was irritation bubbling in her chest.
Maybe it was that she was tired, but whatever the case, she felt utterly useless. There was a point where she could see through all the doors, and all the possibilities of the universe. And now she was nothing, and that meant her ability to help all these people she for whatever screwed up reason felt responsible for was virtually non-existent. She nodded stiffly, pursing her lips and clenching her jaw slightly.
“I don’t know anything about demonic possession either,” she said. “And if there is a way to use this dream walking method to wake those sleeping people up, I doubt it’d be as simple as just falling asleep. And like you said-- even if that were possible, it’d just leave whoever was trying to help them vulnerable.”
Her tone of voice was as even as she could force it to be, but she didn’t remove her eyes from the words directly in front of her in that book. When she did move, she only did to adjust herself so that her elbows were propped up on the table so that she could bury her face into her hands, rubbing her eyes harshly.
“Maybe...maybe I could try opening a tear,” she said with her face still buried in her hands, more to herself than to Booker. “To...to do whatever the hell it is I apparently think I can do.”
She moved her fingers up into her hair, rubbing her scalp with a slight groan, muttering ‘son of a bitch’ under her breath. Sleep would have been nice, but the fear of being possessed herself, however illogical, stopped her from even trying.