[Booker's first instinct is to argue. That he is technically the one in the same and that Elizabeth shouldn't look at him with different colored glasses just because he personally didn't lock her up in a tower for her entire youth. But he's had this argument with her before, could probably tell you exactly what Elizabeth would tell him in response.
So he just smiles. A little bitter, perhaps but he still smiles and squeezes her arm for good measure.]
Small favors.
[Because really he's happy she differentiates them. Booker doesn't want to live in a world where Elizabeth hates him. Completely. He'll always doubt that, somehow.]
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So he just smiles. A little bitter, perhaps but he still smiles and squeezes her arm for good measure.]
Small favors.
[Because really he's happy she differentiates them. Booker doesn't want to live in a world where Elizabeth hates him. Completely. He'll always doubt that, somehow.]