Booker tells himself he doesn't really care. She goes storming out with her... her beau and he downs his whiskey like a man drowning and he tells himself it doesn't matter. There's been nothing but trouble in his life since he took that job, people trying to kill him, falling into this strange world, and he wants nothing more than his old life back where he only had to worry about which game to play to cover his debts from the last one. She's the reason he's been trying to straight and narrow, with her gone, why fight his inner demons?

He's lost her, not that he ever thinks he really had her and he tells himself he doesn't care while his head splits and he can here that bastard Lutece, Bring us the girl, and wipe away the debt.

"FUCK THE DEBT!"

And just before he passes out, his glass shatters on the wall where he throws it.