"Do not hate me, my child, everything I have done, I have done to keep you safe, to keep you from some uncertain danger."
Elizabeth frowned, "What danger am I avoiding?"
Comstock's gaze turned to Booker.
"'The offspring of the Prophet shall ascend the throne and be adored by the masses,' this has always been my belief. You will be my successor, fulfilling my ambition to unite the world."
"But there is an exception, the False Shepherd. I have seen the prophecy. Booker DeWitt, he will be the wall that stands in the way of you inheriting the throne. He will take you away from me."
As he spoke, Comstock had already grabbed Elizabeth's hand and stepped forward, facing Booker, his voice becoming high and excited.
"Booker, I was such a fool. I saw the prophecy, so I tried everything to stop you from getting close to her."
"But now, I realize that all I really need to do is tell her the truth, it's that simple."
