Luke,

I want you to know first and foremost: don't blame yourself. If you're reading this, something's happened to me. That seems a bit obvious, doesn't it?

This letter isn't meant for some encouraging uplift. I don't want to die, but I know my judgment will be just. There's so many things I wish I could do differently... I wonder if I never left my tower... if I'd be here. It's a little terrifying to think that maybe my loneliness was fate? If you can debate fate with me, I can too.

It's strange. I didn't... I didn't believe I could put my faith so blindly into others. After Booker - I guess it's only natural. You were one of the few people that befriended me without needing something in return. When you came to me after I was revived... I don't think you'll know what you did.

You saved my life.

I was ready to pick the nearest scalpel up and repent for my sins. To take my burden and judgment.

Thank you for saving me.

As the days tick by, I'm scared but hopeful? I've never experienced friendships like I have here - seen the variety of people. Who knows? Maybe there's an Elizabeth Comstock in your world. Constants and variables - it's a theory that there are always constants in the universe and there are variables that impact them.

I hope that Elizabeth is enjoying a stroll in Paris. It's not likely, but it's nice to dream.

Lead everyone and stop blowing yourself up.

Love, Elizabeth.