[At least Booker would prefer her honesty over Amelia scrambling to put together some false comfort. He'd be able to tell in an instant that it wasn't sincere.]

No offense, but what good does that do me? I've got nothing and no one, now. And now you've got to worry about taking care of a man from another reality who don't even deserve it. Best I can think is that I go and dunk my head in a river again, see if I can get it right this time.