There are some bits that are from the old last few paragraphs, the new will be italicized.
Booker is incredibly stubborn, to good and ill effect. He tells Comstock that he doesn’t know him when he starts to peg every aspect of Booker’s personality, he insists on following his job through to the end by whatever means necessary - even lies to Elizabeth, telling her they’re going to Paris instead of New York, and goes through all the pains of the game to ensure that he does his job. Even in the face of a concept like fate or destiny, Booker simply states: “No one tells me where to go.”
While Booker doesn’t seem to frown upon a higher education, he doesn’t take any steps to be book learned himself. He’s comfortable being a man with a talent for violence instead of science or the like, often sounding amused when Elizabeth begins to wax poetic about theoretical physics, or simply quoting Mark Twain. The phrase: ‘Ignorance is bliss’ is closer to a personal motto for Booker DeWitt in more ways than one. His mind concocts a new past and reason for him to be in Columbia, and he believes what he sees rather than what he’s told. When the means that keep the city floating are explained to him, Booker replies: “So...not giant balloons?”
Booker has a very personal final encounter with Comstock towards the end of the game. Booker becomes enraged when Comstock blames Elizabeth’s missing joint of her pinky on him and tells her to ask Booker about it, accusing him of being responsible. This sends him into a blind rage and he smashes Comstock’s head repeatedly against the edge of a fountain screaming:
“She's your daughter, you son of a bitch! And you abandoned her! Was it worth it? Huh? Did you get what you wanted? Tell me! Tell me!”
before he finally drowns the man.
He doesn't realize even after having done it why he did it, with his mind in disarray the deep-seated anger towards himself only occurs out of the remnants of the guilt he harbored for twenty years after having sold Anna and manifests in the murder of Comstock.
Beneath being a deeply troubled and angry individual, Booker’s sense of humor extends to sarcasm and irony and self-deprecation. As you may expect as a result of a hard life, he’s also very cynical person. At one point in the game he darkly remarks that the world needs more people like Daisy Fitzroy because of people like him. Booker doesn’t think too highly of those who exploit people who are less fortunate than themselves - equating Daisy to Comstock based simply on how violent her methods seem to be and how ruthless her Vox Populi are. He doesn’t think highly of Fink at all, from how he treats and uses his laborers. There is sympathy for Daisy’s cause and yet there is also disgust for how far she is willing to go.
To further dismantle the idea of the tormented bad-ass that Booker comes off as, he is incredibly awkward in more social situations versus the action of battle. He stammers and responds hesitantly to anyone who acts normal around him (friendly). This is a consistent problem Booker has throughout Columbia where the people are overly chipper and polite in manner. In fact it seems the only time he’s sure of himself is when he’s in the middle of a fight or having a tense conversation. Anything lighter and he doesn't seem to know what to do with himself. When it comes to attempting to negotiate with Slate or Daisy Fitzroy, Booker is able to both sound as if he is in a position of authority and that of a submissive party. Unfortunately it doesn’t seem to work well, but Booker has better skills trying to parlay or reason with someone than simply making polite conversation.
He's more of a loner than someone who has friends, the most I could expect of him to have would be work related relationships that are somewhat friendly. Booker has a caustic and incredibly irritable personality and is someone who has no time for foolishness or riddles when it comes to getting business done; as a result, he comes off as a hard and bitter man (which he is) without any lick of redeeming features. In truth, the only redeeming quality Booker has is that he somehow still has a conscience that beats him over the head with guilt and self-loathing.
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Booker is incredibly stubborn, to good and ill effect. He tells Comstock that he doesn’t know him when he starts to peg every aspect of Booker’s personality, he insists on following his job through to the end by whatever means necessary - even lies to Elizabeth, telling her they’re going to Paris instead of New York, and goes through all the pains of the game to ensure that he does his job. Even in the face of a concept like fate or destiny, Booker simply states: “No one tells me where to go.”
While Booker doesn’t seem to frown upon a higher education, he doesn’t take any steps to be book learned himself. He’s comfortable being a man with a talent for violence instead of science or the like, often sounding amused when Elizabeth begins to wax poetic about theoretical physics, or simply quoting Mark Twain. The phrase: ‘Ignorance is bliss’ is closer to a personal motto for Booker DeWitt in more ways than one. His mind concocts a new past and reason for him to be in Columbia, and he believes what he sees rather than what he’s told. When the means that keep the city floating are explained to him, Booker replies: “So...not giant balloons?”
Booker has a very personal final encounter with Comstock towards the end of the game. Booker becomes enraged when Comstock blames Elizabeth’s missing joint of her pinky on him and tells her to ask Booker about it, accusing him of being responsible. This sends him into a blind rage and he smashes Comstock’s head repeatedly against the edge of a fountain screaming:
before he finally drowns the man.
He doesn't realize even after having done it why he did it, with his mind in disarray the deep-seated anger towards himself only occurs out of the remnants of the guilt he harbored for twenty years after having sold Anna and manifests in the murder of Comstock.
Beneath being a deeply troubled and angry individual, Booker’s sense of humor extends to sarcasm and irony and self-deprecation. As you may expect as a result of a hard life, he’s also very cynical person. At one point in the game he darkly remarks that the world needs more people like Daisy Fitzroy because of people like him. Booker doesn’t think too highly of those who exploit people who are less fortunate than themselves - equating Daisy to Comstock based simply on how violent her methods seem to be and how ruthless her Vox Populi are. He doesn’t think highly of Fink at all, from how he treats and uses his laborers. There is sympathy for Daisy’s cause and yet there is also disgust for how far she is willing to go.
To further dismantle the idea of the tormented bad-ass that Booker comes off as, he is incredibly awkward in more social situations versus the action of battle. He stammers and responds hesitantly to anyone who acts normal around him (friendly). This is a consistent problem Booker has throughout Columbia where the people are overly chipper and polite in manner. In fact it seems the only time he’s sure of himself is when he’s in the middle of a fight or having a tense conversation. Anything lighter and he doesn't seem to know what to do with himself. When it comes to attempting to negotiate with Slate or Daisy Fitzroy, Booker is able to both sound as if he is in a position of authority and that of a submissive party. Unfortunately it doesn’t seem to work well, but Booker has better skills trying to parlay or reason with someone than simply making polite conversation.
He's more of a loner than someone who has friends, the most I could expect of him to have would be work related relationships that are somewhat friendly. Booker has a caustic and incredibly irritable personality and is someone who has no time for foolishness or riddles when it comes to getting business done; as a result, he comes off as a hard and bitter man (which he is) without any lick of redeeming features. In truth, the only redeeming quality Booker has is that he somehow still has a conscience that beats him over the head with guilt and self-loathing.