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Voxophone I -- video

[UNLIKE her… friend? escort? companion? partner-in-crime?, Elizabeth had significantly less-trouble starting the network running. Probably because she paid attention to what was being told to her. What can she say? She picks things up pretty easily. After turning on the PC, she settles down in front of it, looking at it curiously. This is where the feed begins.]

Oh! Hello! You really can see my face! It's like a voxophone and a Kinetoscope all in one!

Right. My name's Elizabeth- I'm looking for a man? He's tall, brown hair, rugged-looking, scowls all the time, like this: [She contorts her face into an exaggerated scowl for a moment, before returning to an easier-to-look-at face.] His name is Booker Dewitt, and if anyone has seen him… Well, I hope he's here. [Did she actually just say that? Yes, yes she did.]

And if he's not? Well, then, hello!

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[oops. abort. abort sounds like a nice idea-- but then again, it wouldn't exactly be polite. Then again, letting a girl stay trapped in a tower wasn't exactly polite either.

IN ANY CASE

well, you know.... it was his idea to fix things and get booker since they couldn't get directly involved.

if that... counts for anything...?

After all the internalized panicking, Robert musters up the resolve to reply, wiping sweaty palms flat against the thighs of his trousers as he sits in front of the computer (and tries really hard not to just excuse himself for a drink).]

Well, at first our interests very objective--Rosalind's still were and maybe still are, I can't be certain--, but when we found out what Comstock had really wanted out of a child, I opposed the whole thing. I wanted to get you out of there.

Of course, he couldn't have that and arranged something with Fink, essentially resulting in our death. You know how it goes from there.

After that, we had no power to get directly involved. That's why we brought Booker across to you. Belated as it was, we did try and do something for you.

[She knows that story- she'd heard it through the tears, surmised that much from the photography shop and what-have-you. But...]

So you found Booker and hired him... Agreeing to paying off his debt if he did... [Robert it is for the best if you accept this as a new truth and go with it. Otherwise, you're going to have one very furious Elizabeth without a siphon.

I think you know how that goes.]

You were lucky it didn't happen later. [There's a darkness there that scares even her.] I understand. I just wish you'd done something sooner.

[Absolutely, he will totally go along with this if it means she calms down.]

Yes, that's right. [Though, will this have backlash later if she finds out the truth?

Well . . . at least maybe she will be more ready to take the truth then.]

We,--well I, as again, I can't speak for Rosalind--, had been given the impression that Comstock envisioned a bright future for you. If I had known sooner, I wouldn't have waited.

[Bright future is one way of putting it.]

[Yes, yes it will. When she finds out the truth, well, it's not going to be fun for anyone.]

A bright future? He was experimenting on me!

[Okay, you know what, he's going to try and be smart about his answer.]

There is absolutely nothing I could say to justify that, so I won't. What I will say is that in our knowledge, you were to be raised with a great education with the hope that you would change the world. [spins the truth, spins it a lot.]

That hope for the best cast a shadow over my eyes, and I will admit that it was wrong.

[Elizabeth takes this in for a moment, studying Robert, her lips set in a fine line. She did have a great education- as far as she knew, it was her own, other than a faint idea of someone helping her to speak and walk, read and write. She couldn't have learned all of that on her own. But who it was... her entire early life was a mystery and thinking about it too much made her ill.]

Thank you. [She said finally, her words clipped.] I'm glad you wanted what was best for me. I'm just sorry that Comstock fooled you, as much as he fooled anyone.

Sometimes we don't see the true nature of things. Not because we can't or simply don't, but because we don't want to. Same can be said of people.

I'm sure you can understand a desire to have faith in others.

I... I do. [Wow. Those words rang true. She'd seen the good in the Vox Populi, until she entered a world where they had their guns and were taking control of Columbia. She'd seen bad in Booker, and now, she only wanted to see the good in this man that had quite literally fallen into her life and given her so much more than he even knew.]

Comstock wanted your faith. He wanted everyone's faith. He didn't fancy himself a prophet. He saw himself a god.

The nail on the head exactly. [Entirely the wrong hands for a god though, no matter which way you looked at him.]

And what better way to be a god than pretend to be the mouthpiece? [There's something dark in her eyes, in her words, and it's something she's going to shove away. Later, when she wakes up screaming from the nightmares that have been plaguing her, she'll lie to Booker, tell him it was nothing. Even if she has visions of herself playing the role of the lamb. The Seed of the Prophet shall sit the throne...]

[If this were a face-to-face conversation, it's at this point he would probably reach out and place a hand on hers, provide some sort of creature comfort. Probably not even because she needs it, more that he feels like he should provide that small connection, expression that he is here, that he's sorry for all that happened. Maybe because he needs to feel forgiveness from the apology that he can't express properly or truly to its fullest extent.

But here they are over the network, and still this feeling radiates from him, in his face, his eyes and voice as he speaks.]

When one is the sole provider of words, eventually they see the power they hold and begin to twist things into their own ideals. A fine line between vision and madness.

God knows I've crossed that line myself on occasion.

I know. [Her words, in contrast to his, are cold. Why wouldn't they be? She'd seen that line. She was the line.

But at least he can see the error in his ways. At least he hired Booker to get her out of there. And provided them some sort of assistance on their quest.

There's something about Robert, though, that's comforting. Elizabeth isn't sure what it is, it's different from how she feels about Booker, far more similar to how she feels about Rosalind. Oddly familiar with them.

And here, in this unfamiliar world, she's afraid to ask why that is. Even more so, because she knows the answer. Because they visited her in her tower. They had to have.]

You've... All the times I remember, you've been kind to me. Thank you.

[Thanks is close enough to forgiveness that he feels relief putting to rest all the bundles of nerves awake and making him anxious. He sighs, a small smile finds its way back on his face.]

You're welcome. I'm glad to see the little bird has grown her flight feathers.

[his choice of words is enough to make her frown, pursing her lips slightly. But it was true, she realizes, reaching up to touch the bird broach on her necklace.]

I guess I have.

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