Jack says the words, but something about it seems less than final.
"I think I saw a health station back a few rooms, if you w--"
He lets the words taper off as Jack tears into the splicer's stomach, sinking his hands in like he's about to catch a fish.
Sinclair's expression is one of mild disgust and equally as mild amusement. It's gross, but it's also absurd in the sense that a few years ago, Sinclair never would have imagined himself in a situation where he was going to watch someone pull the heart out of a fresh kill to eat. Especially considering that the fresh kill is human. Sort of.
It's like a bad ghost story, but it's real. Only in Rapture, he sighs.
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"I think I saw a health station back a few rooms, if you w--"
He lets the words taper off as Jack tears into the splicer's stomach, sinking his hands in like he's about to catch a fish.
Sinclair's expression is one of mild disgust and equally as mild amusement. It's gross, but it's also absurd in the sense that a few years ago, Sinclair never would have imagined himself in a situation where he was going to watch someone pull the heart out of a fresh kill to eat. Especially considering that the fresh kill is human. Sort of.
It's like a bad ghost story, but it's real. Only in Rapture, he sighs.