Innocence is a chrysalis
"You taught me innocence is a chrysalis, a phase designed to end. Only when we are free from it, do we know ourselves. You showed me that my survival, my joy, are all that matter. I indulge, nothing else exists."
I own nothing but my own Ideas
Perhaps it should disturb you, how ruthless your Eleanor is acting. You remember how much hope she had at the beginning of this, how she had looked at you as her white knight, her savior. She still looks at you as a protector, but something In her gaze is warped. She's become harder, vicious, pragmatic. There's no mercy left in her gaze.
Perhaps that is fitting. Rapture was never a city for Mercy. Under Andrew Ryan, the strong rose to the top, and crushed the weak under their heels. Sophia took the great chain of Rapture, and made it efficient, but it's lacking Ryan's Passion. Rapture would have stagnated under her.
She will die with Rapture. Your Eleanor has make sure of it.
If there is anyone who is a fitting legacy for Rapture, it is your Eleanor. She looms over you now, though it is hard to see her between the rainy sky, and your fading vision. You reach out for her, but she bats your hand away, unable to accept that in this moment. She cups her hand against your helmet, in a mockery of affection, and drains your ADAM.
That's good, because for all you know, world war there has broken out. She will need the protection, for the world is not a nice place, particularly not to those who are different.
You come to, healthy and looking down at your suit. Together you walk to the edge and look at your Eleanor, without helmets obstructing your view. Bodies float up in the storm, the lighthouse ominously lit in the distance.
You have a purpose to fulfill.
"There is no name for what I am, but the world is about to change. And with your help, they will never see me coming."