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[The camera's shaky, accidentally turned on as he stumbles across the room. He opened the door only to find a tribe of Hobgoblins, and tried to fall back into the room to escape them, but the door was being hacked through by the beasts

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[Goal Completed: Find Sinclair

And yet Sinclair seems to be nowhere in sight. Just a room full of monsters, and...and...

That is one hell of a Big Daddy. Jack stops for a moment, staring, and gets a claw in the knee for his trouble. He grunts, then his face flushes with battle fury, and he lifts his wrench high with a yell.

Time to crack some heads.]

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[He turns his head, noticing Jack yelling and leaping into the throng of Hobgoblins. He doesn't think he can talk, and so does not, choosing to drill-dash and pulverize the hobgoblins trying to pile onto the boy.]

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[Jack is by this point utterly blood- and sweat-soaked, his hair matted with it. There's a haphazardness to his movements that wasn't there at the beginning of the event, a recklessness born of exhaustion.

Still, between them, he and the Daddy manage the monsters pretty neatly. He stands amongst the carnage, shoulders heaving with his ragged breaths, wrench hanging loosely in his right hand. The lightning in his left is dying, but he still snaps, snaps, snaps, and then he's holding a green globe, leaking some luminescent fluid.

After all, he doesn't see Sinclair anywhere, and it sure won't hurt to have an escort. He lifts his hand to throw the Plasmid.

But he hesitates. Sinclair said something about this, about being on the wrong end of a Hypnotize.

He lets the globe fall from his fingers to the floor, and his EVE meter runs down to zero. If the Daddy's going to attack him, so be it. He won't take another living being's will, if he can help it.]

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[He's panting again, covered in the stinking blood of the hobgoblins. For a moment, he pauses, taking a moment to recover. Then, slowly, he turns and faces Jack, moments before he drops the Plasmid ball. He decides to try talking, and, though his voice is hoarse, he finds himself able to. His tone is sad, as if tired.]

... Thank you for not ... for not throwin' that thing.

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Woah! Are you okay?

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[turns and looks at the camera, face hidden behind the great mask] ....

[hoarsely] S'pose I'm as well as could be expected, lookin'... [shrugs, every movement long and loping] ... well, like this. Thank ya for the concern, little lady.