[ Elizabeth doesn't remember everything that she once knew, and she once knew everything (every door, every possible path, how they all wound up the same). Constants and variables. When she chose to return to that point in rapture, she gave up her omniscience and croissants for death and mildew as Rosalind Lutece so succinctly put it. Her mind must have blocked out so much of it to save her from the price of knowing too much when she's so normal for the first time in her life since she was a baby.
The croissants were fake anyway.
She remembers dying with the knowledge that she had saved Sally and more of the Little Sisters. It was too late for her but not for them.
She died, and while she can't remember every door, she knew the basics, and vaults weren't a part of any of them. Elizabeth thought it was over so waking up in this strange pod, it's disorienting. She is on her feet, staring at the contraption she came out of when she is approached. ]
...no. No idea. [ There's a level of amazement to her voice. She got used to knowing or to having flashes of knowing, but this? This is new. Some of that old buried curiosity digging itself up from the dirt. ] The video was a cheery advertisement. Not exactly informative.
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The croissants were fake anyway.
She remembers dying with the knowledge that she had saved Sally and more of the Little Sisters. It was too late for her but not for them.
She died, and while she can't remember every door, she knew the basics, and vaults weren't a part of any of them. Elizabeth thought it was over so waking up in this strange pod, it's disorienting. She is on her feet, staring at the contraption she came out of when she is approached. ]
...no. No idea. [ There's a level of amazement to her voice. She got used to knowing or to having flashes of knowing, but this? This is new. Some of that old buried curiosity digging itself up from the dirt. ] The video was a cheery advertisement. Not exactly informative.