Elizabeth closed her eyes and sighed softly, relieved at his resignation. A smile spread across her mouth when he asked her to let him have a turn with Atlas, and she had to wonder what sort of people others might take them for for such a macabre comment. Killing another person was not something Elizabeth should have been okay with, but...killing the one who killed her, surely that had to be something that was forgivable?
It wasn’t, and she knew it. There was still a sick feeling in her stomach when she thought back to Daisy, and as she thought about how she’d used a sky-hook-- rather, the air-grabber-- to knock whatever splicers got in her way unconscious. She was perfectly aware that she could have just as well left them for dead.
“You’ll be the first person I tell when I figure it out,” she promised. She did take comfort in his effort to console her, and she nodded slightly after a moment.
“Do you forgive me?” she asked, a bit sheepish. “For...being so rude to you, I mean. I shouldn’t have...well, I shouldn’t have acted that way toward you, Booker.”