Brigid Tenembaum
I suppose that now is the best time for this. The little ones are sleeping, the night is quiet, and we are far from the sea.
*a long, tired sigh*
Herr Delta.
When I first saw him, face to face, I did not see a savior. I did not see his face or hear his voice; like his kin, he had neither. The best servants do not, after all. When the shutters of the ticket booth rose, my eyes saw only another monster of Rapture, another armored giant. Another Big Daddy. I admit, at the time that was all I needed: man or monster, Delta would at least slow down Lamb's family long enough for me to escape with the little ones.
But I did not have only my eyes with which to see. Through the camera in his helmet, I saw the beginning of Delta's journey through this rotting city. I could see where his gaze wandered, measure his movements, and hear some of what reached his ears.
He was… frightened. It sounds ridiculous, now that I say it aloud: a Big Daddy, frightened? They are lumbering beasts covered in armor, wielding weapons that most men cannot even lift! They patrol the city in a daze, seeing nothing beyond their Little One. They are uncaring of anything else, and as long as she is safe, they are almost docile.
But Delta was different. I watched him creep through the station, constantly turning around to check behind him. At every doorway, he pressed himself to the wall, peering in one direction before leaping out, weapon first, to the face the other. He jumped and ducked at the every sound.
There was a... desperation in everything he did. He read the writing on the walls diligently, rummaged through every desk and trashcan. He was searching for something, anything to tell him what was happening, what he was supposed to do.
Without his Little One… without Eleanor… he had nothing. No purpose, no orders…
*a choked sob*
He… he was lost. Like the girls that huddled around me in the ticket booth, Delta was lost and alone in a world he no longer recognized. Another innocent soul damned in Ryan's godless Rapture.
And yet… and yet, I could only ask him to help me rescue the Little Ones. It was a bitter irony…
No matter how many lives he saved, there would be no one to rescue him.