Jack hunts all around, and on a whim he heads for the Big Daddy with the vague idea that its suit might have something they can use. You know, if it hasn't been completely plundered in the hours since it died.
It's still there, unmoved and unmoving, defaced with rude graffiti by some splicer who probably wouldn't have the nerve to go near a living one. He fails to spot the body of the Sister. Unaccountably, he's glad that he does.
That relief lasts until he finds a finger over here, and a scrap of dress over there, and realises that he hasn't just failed to spot the body.
Well.
Well, it's not a surprise. It's not a surprise that the (other) splicers would've descended on her, it's not like she was even running away, let alone defended. Whatever. It's not like she was alive. Or even human. It's stupid to feel badly for something you stabbed through the stomach with icicles. He already put this out of his head like five seconds after the harvest, and rightly so.
Jesus, this is why he shouldn't backtrack.
For all his trouble, the Bouncer doesn't even have any ropes or cords. It's carrying mad cash -- maybe the splicers were too preoccupied with the Sister and her traces of ADAM to loot it -- but nothing that'll lift him two floors.
Jack sighs in annoyance and starts to traipse back to the staircase, taking the scenic route and restocking bullets and EVE with his newfound riches.
The malaise is back, a combination of hangover and worries and the constant setbacks they've been having. He sure hopes that Sinclair's had a more thorough rummage around.
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It's still there, unmoved and unmoving, defaced with rude graffiti by some splicer who probably wouldn't have the nerve to go near a living one. He fails to spot the body of the Sister. Unaccountably, he's glad that he does.
That relief lasts until he finds a finger over here, and a scrap of dress over there, and realises that he hasn't just failed to spot the body.
Well.
Well, it's not a surprise. It's not a surprise that the (other) splicers would've descended on her, it's not like she was even running away, let alone defended. Whatever. It's not like she was alive. Or even human. It's stupid to feel badly for something you stabbed through the stomach with icicles. He already put this out of his head like five seconds after the harvest, and rightly so.
Jesus, this is why he shouldn't backtrack.
For all his trouble, the Bouncer doesn't even have any ropes or cords. It's carrying mad cash -- maybe the splicers were too preoccupied with the Sister and her traces of ADAM to loot it -- but nothing that'll lift him two floors.
Jack sighs in annoyance and starts to traipse back to the staircase, taking the scenic route and restocking bullets and EVE with his newfound riches.
The malaise is back, a combination of hangover and worries and the constant setbacks they've been having. He sure hopes that Sinclair's had a more thorough rummage around.