[ This wasn't any different from Columbia or Rapture, she thinks. There was the same amount of men playing Gods, a focus on profit over the people - this confirmation from Bigby was proof of that. Elizabeth, if she was more awake, would most likely have acted with more anger and frustration.

...She can't escape, can she? Never outrun her fate. ]

No -

[ Her voice cracks. She wanted to know why her? She doesn't feel like her story sticks out compared to most, but there's a cruel irony in this she wonders if they understand. ]

Why me? Why couldn't I have just stayed dead?

[ Maybe he doesn't know how those words hit her, but she groans, shifting a bit in a failed attempt to get from his grasp, but no, she's too tired. ]

Just kill me... stop dragging - it out... Don't be like - [ Comstock. ] ..End it, Bigby...