âťť The only way to fight a monster is to become one. âťž
❛ what’s done is done. i’m well aware that my humanity is lost, madame lutece. ❜ rosalind refers, obviously, to the horrific deed a dead elizabeth committed for the sake of revenge, though she could be referring to any number of comstock-murders committed by this elizabeth just to ease some of the constant, simmering anger. the truth is, despite her past virtues, elizabeth has always had tunnel vision. when she has a goal, she does not stop until she reaches it, no matter how much collateral damage piles up around her. now that there is nothing to look forward to, nothing to chase, she’s ... crumbling. all she can do is cling to revenge and bathe her hands in comstock’s blood over and over and over again. after all, there was never truly an end to the circle. they just made sure that the loop turns out better for all of the other annas out there than it did for her. for that, her debt to the luteces is immeasurable. they stopped a girl’s suffering across the whole multiverse.
except for her, because she was the catalyst. for the rest of the circles to be whole, she must exist; now, she is displaced out of time and space, un-aging, undying, and completely and utterly alone. how can you call that anything but a monster? savior, a young elizabeth whispers, while another holds booker’s broken body and seethes at her, murderer. what rosalind said is true. booker knew it. songbird knew it. elizabeth knows it. blood connects them, both in their veins and spilled around them. sally was just caught in the crossfire.
