Fontaine only needed Jack to fool himself and anyone who might sell him plane tickets. He was never supposed to talk to someone like Sinclair, who has both the time to pay attention and the context to know how people normally behave.
Deadlines were tight and some things just weren't prioritised.
Jack, the faulty product, follows Sinclair with a rising feeling of discomfort. It's starting to look like Sinclair's goal here is information, though what Jack could tell him he has no idea. He doesn't know much about the surface world. He doesn't know much about Ryan. Maybe he can give shooting tips, who knows.
...Speaking of shooting, that's a splicer screaming down that corridor. And another voice joins it, and another, and another -- it's a distant but numerous army of the things.
Jack's eyes widen and he reacts instantly, flattening himself against the wall with one hand aflame and the other on his pistol.
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Deadlines were tight and some things just weren't prioritised.
Jack, the faulty product, follows Sinclair with a rising feeling of discomfort. It's starting to look like Sinclair's goal here is information, though what Jack could tell him he has no idea. He doesn't know much about the surface world. He doesn't know much about Ryan. Maybe he can give shooting tips, who knows.
...Speaking of shooting, that's a splicer screaming down that corridor. And another voice joins it, and another, and another -- it's a distant but numerous army of the things.
Jack's eyes widen and he reacts instantly, flattening himself against the wall with one hand aflame and the other on his pistol.