Elizabeth looked to the door one final time.
She was hoping someone would burst in to help, and the fact she was hoping that made her angry that Cordelia wasn’t entirely wrong about her.
She didn’t want to kill again, but she knew she had to do it.
No one was there to save her, and the fact Cordelia did not think she had the courage to really attack her meant that she at least had the upper hand.
Cordelia moved. It was calculated - a subtle movement she had very carefully made to push Elizabeth into transforming herself. She was relying on the movement triggering a moment of panic that would stop Elizabeth thinking rationally and force her to react impulsively.
The movement caught Elizabeth’s attention exactly as planned.
She had already accepted that Cordelia had to die, and now sh
