-Authors Note-
This is a short story (kind of poetry), not entirely out of character, a little bit ooc but other than that, it's my take on Jack Ryan's memories of Rapture.
The memories of madness and the peace from it
The soft tiptoe of the silent foot, the loud creek of the rusty floor. How long will it take for the pipes to break, after all these years how long will it take for Rapture to finally become one with the sea? Atlas or should he say Fontaine still haunts his memory. Would you kindly. Would you kindly. Would. You. Kindly. His memories are leaking, the ADAM that flows through his veins is faint but not forgotten. For if he forgets, what is he then?
His salvation of saviors have grown up. His head soars past Rapture, although the memories remain they haunt him like a ghost, if the ghost was Fontaine then maybe he'd miss them a hell lot less. He misses the battle, the fight, the glory. The little sisters and caring for them, but not all good comes to an end, he sees them growing up, he sees them living, he sees them striving to the fullest. He doesn't forget those he lost, those who lived and died in Rapture. Those who were bound by the sea, chained to Rapture like a dog on a leash.
He misses the madness, but at the same time he wishes he doesn't. He is thankful he didn't overdose and became truly one with madness, a ghost of the past, but he misses the thrill. After all these years he has realized that he felt the most at home in Rapture. He commands himself, would you kindly forget Rapture, but he never can. So he dissolves himself into the faded rusty memories of the past and he finds peace in the abyss.