[ He reaches for her, feeling like he's moving in slow motion as she doubles over and then shakily pulls herself back up. The blood splashes to the ground, and he looks down at it, then back up to what he knows he'll see - the telltale trickle of blood just under her nose. ]
I thought that kind of thing didn't happen to you.
[ He's shaken, worried, and it translates into sounding harsher than he'd meant, almost accusatory. He frowns, reaching out to grasp her upper arms and hold her steady, just in case. ]
[ Of course he's seen, he was going to eventually. That doesn't make it easier or simpler and she knows there's not much chance of him not worrying about her now. ]
Yes. [ It's mostly true. ] ... We don't need to worry about it. Without my powers, it's difficult to be in the same universe as myself, especially when we're bound to be close to the First Lady. But, we only need to go back to Rapture, where I belong.
[ Not "where we belong," because he doesn't belong there. At all. For her, it's the last stop on a very long ride, though, and she's made her peace with that.
Mostly. ]
It never did you any permanent damage. [ Elizabeth points out, which is true (though, he'd also been dead in a lot of those parallel worlds. ] I'll be fine for now.
He goes quiet at that, unable to offer any response. Things are different now. Elizabeth - she's not who she was.
It doesn't mean he won't worry, and it sure as hell doesn't make him any happier about going back to Rapture. But it does mean there's nothing he can do about it right now, and he lets the hand on her arm go slack, dropping it back to his side.
Where I belong. She doesn't - she doesn't belong there, but she doesn't belong here either, and he knows she's right. Staying in Columbia won't do either of them any favors. For a fleeting moment he considers persuading her to open a tear somewhere else, getting them clear off all of this for good, before he remembers - she can't. And there's Sally to think of. ]
Let's get this over with.
[ But he keeps his eye on her even as he turns back to the elevator, watching her with a critical eye. As if he's just waiting for her to collapse, or for something else to go terribly wrong. ]
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[ He reaches for her, feeling like he's moving in slow motion as she doubles over and then shakily pulls herself back up. The blood splashes to the ground, and he looks down at it, then back up to what he knows he'll see - the telltale trickle of blood just under her nose. ]
I thought that kind of thing didn't happen to you.
[ He's shaken, worried, and it translates into sounding harsher than he'd meant, almost accusatory. He frowns, reaching out to grasp her upper arms and hold her steady, just in case. ]
Is this the first time?
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[ Of course he's seen, he was going to eventually. That doesn't make it easier or simpler and she knows there's not much chance of him not worrying about her now. ]
Yes. [ It's mostly true. ] ... We don't need to worry about it. Without my powers, it's difficult to be in the same universe as myself, especially when we're bound to be close to the First Lady. But, we only need to go back to Rapture, where I belong.
[ Not "where we belong," because he doesn't belong there. At all. For her, it's the last stop on a very long ride, though, and she's made her peace with that.
Mostly. ]
It never did you any permanent damage. [ Elizabeth points out, which is true (though, he'd also been dead in a lot of those parallel worlds. ] I'll be fine for now.
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He goes quiet at that, unable to offer any response. Things are different now. Elizabeth - she's not who she was.
It doesn't mean he won't worry, and it sure as hell doesn't make him any happier about going back to Rapture. But it does mean there's nothing he can do about it right now, and he lets the hand on her arm go slack, dropping it back to his side.
Where I belong. She doesn't - she doesn't belong there, but she doesn't belong here either, and he knows she's right. Staying in Columbia won't do either of them any favors. For a fleeting moment he considers persuading her to open a tear somewhere else, getting them clear off all of this for good, before he remembers - she can't. And there's Sally to think of. ]
Let's get this over with.
[ But he keeps his eye on her even as he turns back to the elevator, watching her with a critical eye. As if he's just waiting for her to collapse, or for something else to go terribly wrong. ]