"Comstock is an out-and-out scumbag. You are my daughter, Anna, my Anna." Booker gently touched the scar on the back of his right hand, "Anna DeWitt, this is yours."
name."
"No, I don't understand."
"But you already understand, you see it better than any of us. If you really don't understand, then I will explain it again. What follows, my daughter, I cannot guarantee that it is the truth. All I said is
My experience, but my Anna, is not you."
"..."
"I still remember, in 1892, when my Anna was just born. I ran a detective agency and rented a one-bedroom cabin, which was both my studio and our home. At that time, you were in the bedroom
Here, I will put you in the crib, you are wrapped in cloth, your body is small, your eyes are the same as now, sea blue, extremely beautiful, you look like your mother."
"My mother, where is she?"
"She died in childbirth, and I almost collapsed. Everything was deserved, wasn't it? Of course not, but I just like to put all the blame on myself. In fact, I am not a responsible person. I lied with sweet words.
Got your mother, then fucked her up very quickly
belly. Your mother is an ignorant country girl, but she is beautiful and a kind person. I am a scumbag and a criminal. The reality makes me very painful, but I take the initiative to bear this pain.
Yes, because of this, I feel that I am alive and that I am not dead in the past.
"Comstock, he is different from me. He surrendered in the face of pain. He chose to let God forgive his sins. It is no longer me who comes out of that river. This is our difference. Perhaps in countless times
In the parallel world, there are always two me, one named Booker and the other named Comstock.
"It stands to reason that I should continue to wallow in pain, drink and gamble all day long, and spend all the money I earn. Then you will face a miserable childhood, and an alcoholic gambler father will not make it easy for you.
, you will become a wild girl who no one loves. But, someone bought you from me.
"That person is not Comstock, so you are not my daughter. Of course you are still Anna DeWitt, but you are not my Anna. My Anna was bought by a man named Lu Zongping, who gave
gave me a large amount of money, enough to make me the richest man in the United States. I used the money to move to New York, invest in business, donate to charity, and finally live a decent life, but I have never been able to let go. This is me
Unlike him, as you already know, I am a nostalgic person.
"I must find Anna. That day, the Lutes brothers found me and said they could help me find you. So I was taken to Colombia. Now I understand that the time and space I am in is not the original one. You are
The child Comstock bought from another Booker. But you are also my child. Anna, can you forgive me? If you can forgive me..."
"No." Elizabeth responded in a low voice. She pursed her lips as if thinking about a major proposition. She just said, "No, I will not forgive any of you."
Booker let out a long sigh, "This is excusable."
Comstock smiled with satisfaction, "Fate is always impartial."
The atmosphere in the room fell into a strange and embarrassing silence, and the three of them had no more heated exchanges.
At this time, the strange man and woman appeared, standing behind the door as if they had always been here.
(Female) Rosalie Lutes: "Looks like they've figured it out."
(Male) Robert Lutes: "No, not entirely."
Woman: "It's always a good thing to understand."
Man: "Understanding brings pain."
Woman: "You want to say that war is peace, freedom is slavery, and ignorance is strength."
Man: "Yes, George Orwell."
Woman: "But George is a stupid person. It's better to understand after all."
Man: "I understand, the story is about to end."
Woman: "Is it over? Or hasn't it started yet?"
Booker and the other three looked at them blankly.
Comstock: "Lutus, do you still believe in God?"
"Long time no see, Comstock." The Lutes brothers said in unison, "Since you murdered us, today's situation has been determined."
Booker asked: "Are you here for revenge?"
Female Lutes: "No, on the contrary, we are here to save."
Male Lutes: "Save the girl, she is always innocent, isn't she?"
Elizabeth: "Am I Anna or Elizabeth? Why can I see the cracks?"
Lutes: "The truth is not important to you. What matters is not who you were in the past, but what you will do in the future."
Woman: "We will wait for you."
Man: "As an eternal observer."
They disappeared without a trace. When Moses saw the burning bush, he must have been as confused as Booker.
He looked at Elizabeth, the mysterious girl like the sea, "Anna, let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"Let those past secrets go away, we still have life to live. I swear, I will make it up to you."
"You don't owe me anything, you are just an accident in my life."
"Anna!"
Elizabeth shook her head, "Let me be alone for a while, and you can go live. If we still need to meet, I will come to you again."
"Is that it? Is this the result of my hard work? Anna, I beg you, don't abandon me like this."
"Just like when you abandoned me?"
"That's not me!"
"But his name is also Booker DeWitt. Forgive me, I can't live with a..." The bird-patterned badge on Elizabeth's chest shined brightly.
At this moment, through the thick wall, the three people in the room suddenly heard a dull explosion, like thunder flying across the sky. In the rumbling vibration of the atmosphere, the lamb statue on the commemorative island was blown up, and the siphon device
Broken, nothing can limit Elizabeth's abilities.
It was at this moment that the tired and sad Booker DeWitt realized that the girl in front of him had truly walked out of the cage. From today on, she would be as heavy as a tower. The solid past would no longer bother her, and nothing could.
The birds are trapped, that's the fact. Elizabeth has become a god that transcends time and space.
…
Seven days later, former Colombian political leader Zachary Comstock was tried by a commune court. He was sentenced to death and deprived of personal property and political rights for life. His hanging was carried out that day, and his body was hung for three days.
, people in the commune came and went, making some innocuous suggestions to this white-haired, bushy-bearded magician.
"He looks like a rat."
"No, maybe a dandelion."
"Just because he is white, you cannot say that he looks more like a dandelion or more like a mouse."
"Did the Prophet foresee his own death?"
"Definitely."
"Look at his face, it's really ugly to die."
"Yes, even prophets are mortal."
That day, Elizabeth stood on the shore of a lighthouse in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, looking down at Nightingale on the rocky beach. He was dying. The injury to his severed arm caused him to bleed massively, and the collapse of Fink Industries left him without a warranty. The great biochemical
The monster nightingale is going to die.
Elizabeth stood here, with the wind blowing from the ocean, and the nightingale's green eyes stared at her fluttering skirt. Finally, after giving out the last cry of despair, he turned over and threw himself into the sea, and his heavy body fell towards the bottom of the sea.
A woman on the sea sings a sad song to say goodbye to her only friend in childhood.
Everything dies in the sea. Sound cannot penetrate the thick water body, and death and darkness are no exception. In the deepest part of the sea, a faint song comes from a brightly lit city.