"You've reached the voicemail of Elizabeth DeWitt. Leave a message if you must; I'll get back to you at my earliest convenience." [Sarcastic? Maybe slightly]
No, I don't; just a statement for the record. I was going to say 'since when is getting what you want so complicated', but the answer is 'since always'.
Whether it suits me or not, it creeps up on me now and then. I'm sure you have no idea what that's like, hm?
I will. We will. Waiting feels like the hardest part.
I suppose your right; less heat and fewer pandemics would be nice, though. I'd probably deal with much worse to find Booker again... like you would for Erik, I imagine.
Well aren't we the pair; hearts on our sleeves like the foolish girls we are.
Well, that isn't comforting, but at least it's honest
With that image in mind, I rescind my complaint. Bikinis are a semi-comfortable way to not sweat to near-death, incidentally. Now if we could only find a beach with actual water...
Maybe. To be fair, you did have a grand old time with me while I was ill during the last pandemic. I never thanked you for taking care of me, did I?
I must have been completely delirious, I almost seem to remember some manner of serenade... but that would be foolish, wouldn't it?
I have yet to find a beach with real water...the closest I ever came was a lake where you could spend about an hour in the water before the acidity became unbearable. Better than nothing, right?
I got a little distracted during the pandemic, I admit. Once I found out Erik was also suffering from it in a slightly traumatic...blast from the past sort of way, I was a little focused on that.
Then Hancock the first's disappearance. Then Erik's disappearance...I've been a bit busy.
But there might have been a serenade involved at some point in there. I've done far stranger things on the tail end of a nasty hangover.
You're welcome, though. I wasn't about to let a sweet, innocent girl get torn to bits by hungry Hell foliage.
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Sentimentality doesn't suit you, Elizabeth. But what is it you're always saying...Constants and variables?
You'll get through this, no matter what actually happens.
If all this self-inflicted torture is Hell's doing, then what's Heaven's excuse? Hell isn't a place, it's a state of mind.
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Whether it suits me or not, it creeps up on me now and then. I'm sure you have no idea what that's like, hm?
I will. We will. Waiting feels like the hardest part.
I suppose your right; less heat and fewer pandemics would be nice, though. I'd probably deal with much worse to find Booker again... like you would for Erik, I imagine.
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The hardest part is the moments just before you meet again. Trust me. You'll look back on the waiting with utter fondness in comparison.
Come on, now. If not for this terrible heat, I never would have gotten used to walking around in a bikini. And pandemics keep things interesting!
...I've been down here a little too long, haven't I.
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Well, that isn't comforting, but at least it's honest
With that image in mind, I rescind my complaint. Bikinis are a semi-comfortable way to not sweat to near-death, incidentally. Now if we could only find a beach with actual water...
Maybe. To be fair, you did have a grand old time with me while I was ill during the last pandemic. I never thanked you for taking care of me, did I?
I must have been completely delirious, I almost seem to remember some manner of serenade... but that would be foolish, wouldn't it?
[Her font is practically smirking]
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I got a little distracted during the pandemic, I admit. Once I found out Erik was also suffering from it in a slightly traumatic...blast from the past sort of way, I was a little focused on that.
Then Hancock the first's disappearance. Then Erik's disappearance...I've been a bit busy.
But there might have been a serenade involved at some point in there. I've done far stranger things on the tail end of a nasty hangover.
You're welcome, though. I wasn't about to let a sweet, innocent girl get torn to bits by hungry Hell foliage.