Burial at Sea spoilers (sorry!)

[beunbroken]

It's a lot to handle.

I'm not fully sure how I deal with it.

It helped, calling him Mr. Dewitt.

But it's not what I wanted, none of this is what I wanted. But there's no place for want anymore. It's what needs to be done.

I wonder if one of him, somewhere in the infinite realities and worlds, is proud of me.

If my mother is.

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[washitaway]

It's nothing anyone'd want for their own child.

But you're smart, strong, and brave. You know the answer to your question.

[beunbroken]

What did you want? Were you even thinking past getting rid of your debt? Being free of that and any sort of responsibility to your own flesh and blood?

I only am because there's nothing else to be.

[washitaway]

I was thinking that I was a poor man with a pile of debt and a dead wife who couldn't hold down a job to save his soul. I was thinking that he was a rich man, a Christian man, who could raise you the way I never could.

It was foolish of me, I know. There's no way I could ever make it better.

[beunbroken]

[She stops short, swallowing.] You're right. It was foolish.

[She can't have this conversation now. Especially because it needs to be saved for games.]

I have to make it better.

[washitaway]

[Definitely a conversation for games.]

I'm sure you will. It's just... I'm sorry it has to be you.

[beunbroken]

Who else could it be?

[washitaway]

It should've been me.

[beunbroken]

Should have. But it wasn't.

[bookedher]

I will always be proud of you, Anna. Just as I will always love you.

[beunbroken]

....mama?

[bookedher]

Hello, baby. You've grown from a beautiful baby into a beautiful woman.

[beunbroken]

I'm still not as beautiful as you... [Oh god. Her mother. Her real, honest mother.]

I miss you. I never met you, but I miss you.

[bookedher]

Something my Mama told me is that mothers will always believe their babies are the most beautiful things in the entire world. And she's right. You've got the best of your father and me in you. Just look at that pretty face and those strong, courageous eyes...

[beunbroken]

[She looks down, somewhere between embarrassed and proud.] I've never considered myself pretty... Thank you. I want to think I'm like you. That you're stubborn and bold. I know there's a lot of- a lot of Booker in me. I just wish I knew you.

[bookedher]

I wish I could know you as well, sweetheart. [ Watching over Anna isn't the same as knowing her. To talk with her. Laugh with her. Hold her when she's scared and confused. ] But...you most definitely take a fondness of literature from me. Oh, I would read book after book as a child in your grandfather's shop.

[beunbroken]

My grandfather? [This was a new thought.] He owned a book shop?

[bookedher]

He and your grandmother owned a book shop. And I and your uncles would help stock the shelves and take inventory. [ A pause. Her brothers. They should have been there for Booker. Alice knows that her family didn't quite approve of Booker, but they couldn't have come to help? Or maybe Booker refused them. Too proud to accept them. ]

Often I would sit in the back of the shop and read the new books that we'd yet to put on the shop shelves.

[beunbroken]

Uncles-? You have to tell me everything about them, everything about you. I don't know so much, and it hurts. I always made up these stories about you, what type of woman you were, what my father was like... Then I grew up...

But you're not Lady Comstock. She isn't my mother. You are. And you would never hurt me.