Burial at Sea: epsiode 3 (part 2)

A delusion, that's all I was. A part of her mind feeding her the information she needed to know. That's the story I fed Elizabeth as she waded through the ruins of Rapture.

Truth be told she relied on herself more than she ever relied on me. I gave advice where prompted and did my job, but she was the one who acted. That shouldn't surprise me, but I guess a part of me still thought of her as a child.

A gunshot rang out, jolting me out of my introspection. A Vox rebel had spotted Elizabeth and was taking pot-shots at her.  Elizabeth was quick to find cover, good girl. From there I could tell she was weighing her options. Leaning out of cover Elizabeth shot out a small arrow that gave off a loud ringing noise, causing the young Vox woman to run out from cover. Seizing the opportunity Elizabeth shot her right below her ribcage with a tranquilizer arrow. I wanted to say something, but I held back.

I breathed a sigh of relief as she opened the door to Fink's private elevator. Once she got that sample she could get herself back to that Suchong guy, maybe he'd even let her use the machine. Maybe that was the Lutece's plan? But then-

"Booker, you there?"

I scrambled for the radio. "...I miss you. You were the only one who ever...you were my only friend, Booker..."

Rosalind gave me what I chose to interpret as a pitying smile and told me what I needed to say.

"Booker?" Elizabeth's voice was weak over the radio.

"I'm not even here. I'm a projection of your own-

"Could you humor me then, please?"

Rosalind broke eye contact.

I pause, gritting my teeth. Finally I respond. "I'm sure Booker would miss you too."

I threw the service radio against the wall in a fit of anger. God damn it, god damn it all.

"Those aren't cheap, you know." Rosalind quipped with infuriating smugness.

"Dear sister, perhaps humor won't serve us at this juncture."

"Just leave me alone for a minute, okay?"