[She didn't understand. All debts were paid. Sally was safe, all the Little Sisters were, and Atlas was dead, so why was she still here? Why did she exist when she clearly remembered--?

At least, this time, she had someone to talk to.

Elizabeth turned her winter blue sky eyes to Jack, holding his gaze for a moment before looking again out the frost-kissed window. She look a long stinging drag from her cigarette before placing it delicately in the ashtray upon the windowsill.]

I died, Jack.

[a quiet confession].]

I died... so many times. But I paid my debt. I let myself die one last time to save them. To save her. So why am I here now, huh? What more am I supposed to give?