Booker DeWitt

[Abstaining only works for so long, especially where addictions are concerned. And drinking was an addiction for Booker, no matter what he told anybody. Or himself, for that matter.

Maybe it was the wedding, maybe it was the Draft. Who knew. It could have been any number of things that triggered this latest slip in a long, uneven line of attempts at sobriety. But he had been trying. That only made this more bitter, though.

He was at Seventh Heaven - which he knew would not be good concerning some people. (i.e: Elizabeth.) But it was better than sitting at home and drinking himself stupid there. Less sad perhaps.

Well, the bendy straw down the neck of a bottle of beer negated some of the angst. The eleven bottles in the trash can didn't help though.

He waits; waits a long time with his journal closed next to him, staring at it in shifts before very suddenly making a choice and opening it up.

It's a drunk choice, so it's a vulnerable and stupid question. But it's something that's been on his mind.]

If you... had to give up something -- something precious to you in order to consider yourself a good person, would you? If you could never have it back, would you?

[Booker pauses and scrubs a hand over his face. Probably lamenting whatever stupid choice he's going to make.]

...I dunno.

Don't think I could do it.