It is not very much longer since dealing with Alexander that I am on the elevator headed for Persephone. I had some time to get a few hours fitful sleep by locking myself in the security room and laying enough trap spears to stop an army. I don't dream of anything. I rarely do. My dreams are more nightmares and when I wake I am glad to be in reality again at least for a little while. Sometimes I see Eleanor, sometimes she talks to me, comforts me. Those dreams I don't mind so much.

The traps proved to be an unnecessary precaution for the most part. Though my paranoia wouldn't allow me to lay down unprotected I was aware that the secret facility was as quiet as a graveyard and nearly as well stocked with corpses. The short rest does an amazing job recharging me. I often forget I am supposed to sleep at all.

I know that this will be the most challenging location yet while I move downward. Here is where Lamb sits jealously guarding her daughter. Yet I have my advantages. My body still tingles from the massive amount of ADAM I'd ingested. It had given me access to nearly every upgrade I could find.

Moving ever closer to a long overdue reckoning I wondered for the umpteenth time if what I was doing was just. Maybe Lamb was doing right by the world and I really was the horrid beast devouring the one chance it had. During much of my journey I had been unable to deny some of her accusations. I was the farthest thing from a good man one could get.

Instinct told me I wasn't wrong. Even if Lamb's intentions were pure her means certainly weren't. What good would an unwilling messiah be? Someone forced into their role since birth, no, born specifically to play that part. I'm not surprised Eleanor never heard of her real father. Finding someone to impregnate Lamb in the first place must have been an exercise in determination.

If Eleanor wanted to take up the cause her mother had given her I wouldn't get in the way. But she would do it on her own free will and no one else's. From the way she spoke I genuinely doubted this would be the case but I was prepared for anything when I would eventually find her. The plan was escape from Rapture; whatever came after that was up to her. If she wanted to change the world I would be happy to stand at her side as her guardian once more.

The elevator finally grinds to a halt and the salt corroded doors grudgingly open. Ready as I'll ever be I step into Persephone. I'm so close now but I know Lamb will send everything he has at me. Let them come. Somewhere ahead a yellow-eyed girl from my dreams is waiting for me.

I sit outside of the lifeboat many hours thinking. The sisters, my sisters, huddle inside the central tank where my mother's body had been. I had tossed it overboard. They had seen enough death in their short existences already.

I see much of it in Rapture's combined memories. Many lost their lives in a senseless, brutal war instigated by monstrous men that knew nothing better. I remember their lives before, after and during the upheaval. Their memories are like an ephemeral tapestry in my mind guided along by time's endless march. If I concentrate I can pick out a single thread, a dusty book as Augustus Sinclair put it. There are so many offering me their experiences but I will have time for them later.

Now I focus on my latest acquisition. The one I'd pulled from the man in the suit only a few feet away, my father, my true father. I must do something grand for his burial. A single headstone or a funeral at sea would do him no justice. I think of this while I replay his life's movie in my head. I watch him out wit, out gun, out fight every enemy that tried to stop him.

I feel his grim resolve to save every sister he can find despite that this meant destroying his own brethren. Even with my late mother goading him, prodding his wounds, trying to use her mind tricks on him he never forgot the sound of my voice or the hellish yellow of my gaze. Fighting alongside him I see myself through his eyes and how he swelled with savage pride as I mercilessly struck down his adversaries. They fell to us by the score and together the two of us were invincible. I would weep many times in the future for the scant time we had together.

I didn't even get the opportunity to properly say goodbye. My hand on the tank separating us was a powerful image in his last moments and he thought of me to the very end. I would never find a truer hero than him. With his persona perfectly preserved I didn't have to truly say goodbye but I wish I had the chance, just a few seconds. I think of him in the elevator headed to Persephone when he was thinking of me. Seeing myself as a Little Sister was strange enough even if it wasn't being viewed through two different minds like a distorted double mirror.

Looking out at the shining sea I think of all the places I've seen in my head that I'll have to visit. Many of Rapture's citizens were surface born and carried the images of their homelands with them. America, Russia, China, Greece, Spain, Italy, Australia, Egypt, Zanzibar, Japan. As I drag my father's body back into the ship with me I begin forming a series of plans based on each country's geopolitical landscape and how I can alleviate their issues. Concurrently I begin the design blue prints for the grand building dedicated to my father and the story of Rapture. I etch lines of stress and weight distribution for the structure as I plan legislative changes and economic analysis for the major world powers.

Closing the hatch behind us I lay father down near me as I take control of the craft and direct it towards my first destination. A tug on my arm turns out to be a sister looking up at me expectantly. I recognize her as the one that father gave his word to about seeing again. I take a knee just like he would to talk to her.

"He promised, Eleanor!" she squealed knowing that I would know exactly what she meant.

"I know sweetie. He kept his promise didn't he? We were all together again for a little while."

"But he's gone now! He's sleeping again!" she wailed.

I nod. "But he's still here." I tap on my temple. "He remembers you. He's glad you're okay and says that you were right about being good at hidey-hole."

"Yay! Tell him we'll miss him!"

I laugh. I haven't laughed in years. "I'll tell him."

"Where are we going now?"

"To a place called New York. There's some people there I need to see."

"Will Auntie Brigid be there?"

"I don't know. I'm sure we'll see her sooner or later. Get some rest Michelle. It's dream time."

"O-kay." she yawned. "What's big sister going to do?"

"Lots of things little one. Go now."

She wandered away as I remained at the controls. Much was destined to change in the coming months. I would hit the known world like a tornado tempered by rational thought. Those that would war on each other and create more Raptures would know me first. I would be fair, weigh the options, see both sides of the story. But when it came time for judgment and punishment there would be no mercy from me. If he was watching from somewhere as I used to watch him, then he would be proud. I'd see to it.