Continued from the events of Burial at Sea, Episode 2
Rapture.
Where dreams have come to live, live, and live… and be destroyed by life itself. Elizabeth's greatest pride was being able to see everything happening all at once. There was no rush of anticipation, no paranoia, no doubt. Only knowledge of the possible and impossible. She even accepted her brutal beatings dealt by that bastard Atlas with grace.
Elizabeth had a hard time making out whether the Sally in front of her was real or not. The Little Sister was serenading her with "La Vie en Rose", as if she somehow knew of what Elizabeth once longed for. But Elizabeth knew how Sally and the other Little Sisters felt. To have a person to look up to is everything to a young girl of their time, because the beauty in the world that they witnessed was either temporary or fake. It was little comfort, especially in her poor condition, but Elizabeth was content in knowing the good of Rapture will be saved.
Drawing her last breath, Elizabeth thought of her father. She felt much love for him, but it could only be matched by her resentment of him. "Booker… I don't want to die." "We were supposed to be together." "You were supposed to be my father." "Why did you have to give me away?" "Booker, answer me." "This isn't fair"
Everything went to black. And then white. Elizabeth could hear muffled sounds of an older man repeating words. She would feel a hand against her forehead. It was warm. "Anna!" A pair of bright blue eyes was staring into the hers. As they backed away, they slowly formed into a face, and then into the man she recognized the most. "...Booker?" The man chuckled. "Now, don't tell me you're becoming one of those weird kids that call their parents by their first names. How are you feeling, Anna?" "A-Anna?" "Yes. Anna. You are Anna. You have always been Anna. I think you're staying in bed today." Elizabeth looked at her surroundings with awe. She quickly jumped up from her bed and picked up the mirror on the dresser closeby. Elizabeth was back to the age when she first met Booker at Columbia. She then ran towards the balcony across the room and pried through the curtains. It was Paris. The city was bright and singing, and very real, unlike the floating cluster Elizabeth once wondered about from her prison-tower. The girl fell to her knees and cried. "How? How did you do it?" Booker quickly knelt beside her and put one hand on her head and the other cupping her hands. "Anna, I don't know what you're talking about." "Paris. How are we here?" "What? Now what are -you- talking about? You used to beg me to move here all the time, when you were little." Elizabeth collects herself and puts on the largest smile ever. She faces her father and embraces him. "Thank you for being my dad." Booker, confused yet astonished, embraces his daughter back. "Im glad to be your dad."