Her gaze follows his until it lands on Jack, and she watches him have a brief conversation with himself.
It's odd, but Elizabeth doesn't feel much of anything when she looks at Jack. The frustration is gone, the guilt has lessened significantly, and while there's a faint fondness that will always be present, mostly she just feels... relief. She'd done what she came to do, and they might still be stuck in the Locker, but something loosens in her chest. It feels like letting go.
The regret she suffers has everything to do with Will.
"I'd rather live with it than not be alive at all," she remarks. Then, "What would you have done?"
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It's odd, but Elizabeth doesn't feel much of anything when she looks at Jack. The frustration is gone, the guilt has lessened significantly, and while there's a faint fondness that will always be present, mostly she just feels... relief. She'd done what she came to do, and they might still be stuck in the Locker, but something loosens in her chest. It feels like letting go.
The regret she suffers has everything to do with Will.
"I'd rather live with it than not be alive at all," she remarks. Then, "What would you have done?"