There were a million ways they could have stopped this. A million ways they could have given warning, softened the blow. Master Igor knew everything; he could have done something—

—but he didn't. He just let the story play out.

Elizabeth had trusted him. Had believed him, when he said we must not interfere directly; we are not of their world, it is not our place.

She didn't know Master's perfect ending needed the Wild Card to die.

And it hadn't just been the Wild Card, had it...?

She's sick to death of it all.

When she leaves the Velvet Room for the last time, she makes two promises, blowing them like kisses up to the moon and hoping her love can hear her.

I'll set you free. I'll find a way.

And I shall never stand on the sidelines again, when there's anything I can do to help.