The world is eerily, soothingly, flutteringly blue through the porthole, even with the muck he stirs up with each muffled pounding step. Even the fact that he's stuck good in this beefed-up tin can pales in comparison to the fact that he's under the fucking sea.
But the best part is the freedom - makes him remember what Gil said about Rapture not holding the Big Daddies. No walls, no boundaries - just go where he liked, do what he wanted.
Well, within reason, of course.
You'd almost think he was free - except for the fact that he wasn't.
The world is eerily, soothingly, flutteringly blue through the porthole, even with the muck he stirs up with each muffled pounding step. Even the fact that he's stuck good in this beefed-up tin can pales in comparison to the fact that he's under the fucking sea.
But the best part is the freedom - makes him remember what Gil said about Rapture not holding the Big Daddies. No walls, no boundaries - just go where he liked, do what he wanted.
Well, within reason, of course.
You'd almost think he was free - except for the fact that he wasn't.
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