Elizabeth smiled a little at the words. She knew it was likely not everyone would have the same reaction, but sh was glad Kate apparently wouldn't be counted among them. The question made her pause, but she wanted to try to answer it as best she could.
"I only have pieces of why I was there. I was never really told directly," she explained. She had her guesses mixed in with facts, though, especially as she came to learn more about herself and her lineage. "This is going to sound really strange, which - is saying something, I suppose. I didn't even know the one holding me captive was my father until after I was freed. Columbia treated him as a prophet and I was part of what he preached. Some kind of miracle child, a savior. I had a section in the museum there and everything which was - not something I expected to see. But it was all a lie, and I was apparently a bastard child, so his wife refused to let me stay with them. I was brought to the tower they made for me, the prison, first because of her insistence I remain out of her sight, then because - then because, I think, of what I could do. It's something I can't do here, so that doesn't really matter."
Talking about Lady Comstock left a bad taste in her mouth, and it was probably fairly obvious just by how much of an edge she had in her voice speaking about her. As for her abilities with Tears - Kate had been okay with everything else, it seemed like she was pressing her luck talking about how she could rip open Tears and pull someone with her into another reality. She still didn't understand it enough herself to really even explain it properly except how badly things had gone when she really started using it.
"I'm just me here, nothing special. And I like that. And Booker - he doesn't use those abilities unless he has to," she continued, hoping to make that really clear. He was no threat to anyone. "And I don't even know if he can anymore after that night, he's - you need something from where I'm from to keep being able to use them, something that isn't here."
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Date: 2014-01-11 01:26 am (UTC)"I only have pieces of why I was there. I was never really told directly," she explained. She had her guesses mixed in with facts, though, especially as she came to learn more about herself and her lineage. "This is going to sound really strange, which - is saying something, I suppose. I didn't even know the one holding me captive was my father until after I was freed. Columbia treated him as a prophet and I was part of what he preached. Some kind of miracle child, a savior. I had a section in the museum there and everything which was - not something I expected to see. But it was all a lie, and I was apparently a bastard child, so his wife refused to let me stay with them. I was brought to the tower they made for me, the prison, first because of her insistence I remain out of her sight, then because - then because, I think, of what I could do. It's something I can't do here, so that doesn't really matter."
Talking about Lady Comstock left a bad taste in her mouth, and it was probably fairly obvious just by how much of an edge she had in her voice speaking about her. As for her abilities with Tears - Kate had been okay with everything else, it seemed like she was pressing her luck talking about how she could rip open Tears and pull someone with her into another reality. She still didn't understand it enough herself to really even explain it properly except how badly things had gone when she really started using it.
"I'm just me here, nothing special. And I like that. And Booker - he doesn't use those abilities unless he has to," she continued, hoping to make that really clear. He was no threat to anyone. "And I don't even know if he can anymore after that night, he's - you need something from where I'm from to keep being able to use them, something that isn't here."