She'd tried to help. And what did it get her, in the end? Just suffering, just death. She hadn't lived to see her daughter. Hadn't been able to grow old with Booker.

He didn't say any of that, though. He tried to focus on here and now. "She is proud of you," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "You are so smart and strong, she couldn't ask for a better daughter."