[ Booker just shrugs. The topic is a sensitive one for him. He still hasn't forgotten Wounded Knee, the slurs and insults that had been hurled at him. He also hasn't forgotten his own reaction, nor the screams of those he'd killed...the way the flames had lit up the sky.
That's something he doubts he'll ever forget.
One thing's for certain - he knows for damn sure who on that stage had deserved to have a baseball lobbed at them, and it hadn't been the frightened young couple begging for mercy.
He's lost in his own dark thoughts for a moment, only emerging when he realizes that Elizabeth has stopped speaking and is looking at him. Booker blinks, making himself remember the question he'd only half-heard.
Oh.
This is something else that he knows and she doesn't, something she hadn't had the opportunity to find out before she'd been ripped away from Columbia and sent here. Booker gives her a carefully impassive look, raising his eyebrows expectantly. ]
You wonder...?
[ He won't be the one to share the truth with her. Not unless she forces it out of him. ]
YAAAAAAAAAaaay no.
That's something he doubts he'll ever forget.
One thing's for certain - he knows for damn sure who on that stage had deserved to have a baseball lobbed at them, and it hadn't been the frightened young couple begging for mercy.
He's lost in his own dark thoughts for a moment, only emerging when he realizes that Elizabeth has stopped speaking and is looking at him. Booker blinks, making himself remember the question he'd only half-heard.
Oh.
This is something else that he knows and she doesn't, something she hadn't had the opportunity to find out before she'd been ripped away from Columbia and sent here. Booker gives her a carefully impassive look, raising his eyebrows expectantly. ]
You wonder...?
[ He won't be the one to share the truth with her. Not unless she forces it out of him. ]