Of EVE, that is. He lifts his left hand to demonstrate, if Sinclair can see it from all the way up there; it's red and cracked but lacks the actual flames that make Incinerate useful.
What the splicer called him is going around in his head.
It was coincidence, he tells himself, it's gotta be coincidence, like with Sinclair -- but coincidence or not, hearing Fontaine's name everywhere is starting to knock him about. It's as if the man is still alive, laughing at him through other people's voices. Jack ever so kindly handed over the city to him, and he isn't leaving it easily.
The thought worries him now and then. Fontaine had the key, he had scientists, and Jack doesn't know how this shit works -- maybe he could've done something to the Vita Chambers, or...
...No, now he's starting to sound like the crazy guy in the freezers, the one who thought Jack was working for Fontaine.
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Of EVE, that is. He lifts his left hand to demonstrate, if Sinclair can see it from all the way up there; it's red and cracked but lacks the actual flames that make Incinerate useful.
What the splicer called him is going around in his head.
It was coincidence, he tells himself, it's gotta be coincidence, like with Sinclair -- but coincidence or not, hearing Fontaine's name everywhere is starting to knock him about. It's as if the man is still alive, laughing at him through other people's voices. Jack ever so kindly handed over the city to him, and he isn't leaving it easily.
The thought worries him now and then. Fontaine had the key, he had scientists, and Jack doesn't know how this shit works -- maybe he could've done something to the Vita Chambers, or...
...No, now he's starting to sound like the crazy guy in the freezers, the one who thought Jack was working for Fontaine.
You know, the guy who turned out to be right.
Fuck this. He's going to reload his gun.