There's no judgment here. At least not for his own sake. Rapture breeds poor decisions, he knows that just as well as Tenenbaum does. But Jack's words are splinter somewhere in Sinclair's cold, dead heart, too small to just find and pluck out but uncomfortable enough that he can't ignore it. An experiment, a nothing. It really has no right to bother him like it does, but he chalks it up to the lack of information surrounding the subject. Maybe now he can mend that.

"Ryan," he says. "When Jack got to Rapture, it looked like ol' Andy was trying to put the pieces together. Trying to figure out who the kid was, I suppose. Didn't know it was his own flesh and blood. But he must've done a hell of a lot of digging to pull up what he found."

He shakes his head, like he's laughing to himself about something.

"Looked like he drove himself mad trying to get all the research together. I've never seen anything like it."