[Elizabeth blinks, shocked that Booker actually spoke over her. The tone doesn't help assuage her fears though, and for a moment she looks hurt.]
[Does she respect Booker's insistence that it was better for him to be drunk and alone? Was that what she was supposed to do, as his friend? Or did she just ignore what he wanted because she thought she knew what was better for him?]
[Where Booker was concerned, Elizabeth wasn't willing to take the risk that he was actually better off without her.]
I trust you with so many things, but I think, given the things I've seen you do, it's fair enough not to trust that you'll take care of yourself. [And then she does the thing she used to do with Songbird: just become dead weight that had to be lugged around if it was going to move. Elizabeth sits down in the grass, right at Booker's feet. If he doesn't want to go home, she'll just stay here with him.]
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[Does she respect Booker's insistence that it was better for him to be drunk and alone? Was that what she was supposed to do, as his friend? Or did she just ignore what he wanted because she thought she knew what was better for him?]
[Where Booker was concerned, Elizabeth wasn't willing to take the risk that he was actually better off without her.]
I trust you with so many things, but I think, given the things I've seen you do, it's fair enough not to trust that you'll take care of yourself. [And then she does the thing she used to do with Songbird: just become dead weight that had to be lugged around if it was going to move. Elizabeth sits down in the grass, right at Booker's feet. If he doesn't want to go home, she'll just stay here with him.]