Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Bioshock and this work is done for no profit. I am making no money from this and am just borrowing the characters out of love.
For ten long years he could feel nothing. And it hurt.
He knew who he was, but what he was, was a thing of the past. The humans he had fought to hard to protect were gone and these Demons had captured him. He knew it was over for him; his life would be taken from him.
He heard the scream. One of the Scientists dragged in a child. The little girl was bleeding profusely and he struggled with the bonds they had placed him in as she cried for her Mother.
"Let her go!" He demanded and one of those who had dragged her in threw her down on the floor before spitting at the bound man. He cackled and grabbed the child again, shaking her in front of the furious man.
"Look, this is a real fighter kid! Pathetic, ain't he!" He cackled in glee at the thought. The little girl meanwhile looked at him and smiled, reaching out towards him with her free hand.
"You're shining." She said in awe and he stared at her as they strapped her down to the table. He screamed as they operated on her, feeling desperation claw at his mind. If he could just save her, if he could just save one child then he wouldn't have failed. He would have something to show for entering this hell.
It was all for nothing. After what seemed like an age the child lay motionless on the table, blood dripping from the gaping hole in her stomach. Everyone waited as she stirred, and impossibly sat up. Glowing yellow eyes smiled at the stunned Angel and she jumped down from the table to beam up at him.
"…Good girl." One of the female Doctors took her hand and led her away, knowing that behind them her counterparts were already strapping the man to the same table, preparing him for the transformation into the new gatherer's protector.
The next time he had seen the child, she had clambered up to him, smiling in joy at finally meeting her "Daddy." Though part of him knew it was impossible the rush of emotion he felt at the child's appearance overwhelmed him. Memories of the past faded away; all that mattered was the girl.
Their love was born in a lab, baptised with chemicals. Neither had intended it; he had his own duties and surely she had never intended to be taken from her parents. Yet beyond what was created their relationship had grown. He had indulged her childish games, carried her on his back through the trees, teaching her the safe fruits to eat and letting her pick them herself. She would drop from the branches, giggling as he caught her and set her on the ground.
"I'm always safe with Daddy."
Trapped deep within the confines of his cell he wept as he silently called out for his little girl. She needed him here, with him. Only then would they be whole.