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[cagedlamb]

Elizabeth still didn't know what to make of what she'd seen. The night had been ruined, and she had decided to head home not long after, the strange stone in tow. A part of her had wanted to throw it away. A part of her wanted to smash it. But she did neither, because she had to know for sure what she had seen.

And why what she'd seen and what Delsin has seen was so different.

So it stayed there, put aside, in her apartment. She knew she ought to look again, to try to understand more, but she was afraid to. She wasn't sure what it meant, and the idea of seeing what she saw again -

It turned her stomach.

But she knew she had to. So she sat in her apartment, trying to work herself up to it, idly petting Oliver as she did.

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[wipeawaythedebt]

He moves as requested and takes a deep breath. In the long list of things that made his head spin, this was just another in the long line. Not as strange as Elizabeth's tears, stranger than winding up in this place to begin with. Everything had a level of crazy attached to it.

The glowing orb catches his attention and he finds he can't look away. As the mist? Smoke? Fog? Whatever, clears, he can see some kind of house. The details aren't important, because what's on the porch gets his full attention. It's him, but it's... someone else, too. Someone older, someone who's lived life a little bit harder, sitting in a rocking chair, old and maybe close to dying. He looks familiar, but aside from looking like him, the face escapes him.

The woman coming up to the porch is unmistakeable. Elizabeth. Older. More mature, with a baby in her arms and two kids behind her that are unmistakably hers. He can't hear the words, but he knows what they're saying as they run up to the porch just the same. Grandpa! They call. Over and over again, they're calling him Grandpa and he's smiling, getting up from the rocker, slowly, but with renewed strength as he takes the smaller child into his arms and gives him a tickle.

Elizabeth joins them as they head indoors. A family. Like it was always supposed to be and maybe... will be someday?

[cagedlamb]

It was the same as before. Elizabeth watched with some amount of fear. She didn't know if there was anything worse than she already saw, but she knew enough that this place could be terrible and prove otherwise.

Instead, it was a far less grim scene. She saw herself in a beautiful white gown in some sort of large room, faces of friends sitting all around. Booker took her hand as slow music began to play. They began to dance, both of them with beaming smiles on their faces. It did not take her longer than that to realize she was witnessing what appeared to be her wedding. It was so unexpected and so happy that she felt almost like crying in relief upon seeing it. She held it together though as the image eventually faded as the dance ended.

"Booker," she spoke softly after a moment, looking over her shoulder at him. "What - what did you see?"

[wipeawaythedebt]

"I saw..." He trails off, not quite sure how to explain what he saw. If it would help her or hurt her. Or at least that's what he's telling himself. If he keeps the focus on her, he won't think about how it's really for him. The last thing he wants is for Elizabeth to hear that future and think it's anything but the blessing he sees it as. That might hurt him more than anything she's said to him since they met.

"Only good things, Elizabeth. I saw only good things. Which means this thing can't be showing the future. At least not any future that's carved in stone. Maybe it's more like the Luteces said - two sides to the same coin. One future like what you saw and one like I saw. You seen the same thing again?"