"If you figure it out, let me know." Booker would like an explanation. He's wondered why him for decades. He wouldn't consider himself as anyone's first choice for an immortal warrior. For some reason he had gotten this burden anyway.

He sipped at his whiskey as he considered her. "You're not the only one wondering why you. Why now?"

If Booker still believed in God he might have taken this as a sign. Or if he had Nicky's view on destiny and fate it might allow him to accept this and not wonder.

"I haven't come up with any answers either."