It'd been another set of months and the population of Rapture was very low… All Bathyspheres were locked and each section was left to their own devices. Moema was fully aware that her romps with 'Atlas' had made her pregnant. She already knew what she'd name it… Patrick or Patricia. Or maybe Moira? Keep the 'm's going…
Despite that, she was acutely aware of 'Atlas' being continually on the radio. At one point, she walked in and glanced around before approaching the radio and eyeing the few monitors. "Who is that?" she asked, causing 'Atlas' to startle.
"Y'shouldn't be in here, Moema." He states without realizing that the radio is still on. He sighs, "'E's from th'surface."
Moema quirks a brow, "Is the lockdown finished?"
"… No." his answer made her quirk a brow, "'Aven't tried lately…"
"I see." She nods. "He looks a bit like… Ryan…" Her head tilted as she stared. "What are you putting him through? He looks to be in need of medical attention."
"I'm sure 'e'll be fine, Moema." 'Atlas' leaned away as she leaned down to get in his face. There was a critical look in her eye. "Wot?"
Standing straight, she shook her head, "Nothing." Then she turned and left the room.
She'd gone to Hephaestus and to Central Control. She stopped at the room where Ryan had discovered who this 'Jack' fellow really was and sighed. It was there that she waited and she didn't have to wait for very long. Jack came in and she pressed for a radio block on an item she'd taken from one of the desks of the workers. "Hello Jack."
He blinked at her curiously. "Who are you?"
"I am Doctor Moema Suero. I've lived here in Rapture a while now… I was here before the Civil War between the lower class and the upper class… I was here before Ryan lost his humanity… Before…" she stopped when she was about to mention Frank and Atlas. "Before everything became terrible." She sighed, uncrossed her arms and approached Jack, "I don't have all the clues pertaining to what is going on with you and 'Atlas' and Ryan… But I do know that you're about to do something that you cannot take back. Do you really want to kill Ryan? Is that what you boil down to, Jack? Murder?"
"Isn't he a terrible person? Didn't he cause all this?" Jack asked, throwing out his arms.
She groaned and touched her forehead, "He's just part of the problem… The past is finished and there is nothing we can do about it right now. We can use hindsight all we wish, but it won't change anything. I should have stepped up… Met up with Anna Culpepper earlier… Helped the destitute sooner… Done more… But 'Should Have's fix nothing." Her eyes settled on his, "You are so young… But look so old… Comparatively." She turned and pointed to an image of a baby with Tenenbaum and Suchong. "You had no childhood… You were raised here, in Rapture. If you can call it being raised." She looked towards him, "But you know that, don't you?"
Jack glanced down and nodded.
"Poor child." Approaching Jack, Moema took his face in her hands, making him look at her. "Atlas is not who he says he is, Ryan is not powerful, and you are not a murderer." She pecked his forehead and stepped back.
Whatever Frank had turned into was on top of Jack, attempting to kill him when a shot to the head knocked him down. Both men looked over to Moema who paced closer and closer. "That's enough, Frank."
"Ema…" Frank says slowly, "What the hell do you think yer doin'?!"
"I'm done with tyrants. I won't raise my child under such nonsense." Hisses the woman.
"Child? You mean-?"
"Yes, Frank. This is your child…" she nods, reaching down to help Jack stand.
"Why didn't you tell me?" asks Frank.
"Why would I tell you such a thing? You were pretending to be a man I admired to take control of the people I wished to help." She chuckles darkly, "I used you probably more than you used me."
Frank growls and stands to take a step closer, but Moema shoots him again. "Shit… Ema… You know I love you."
"With you, there is no one you love more than yourself. I know you, Frank. You were fascinated with me because I wasn't playing the cards you were giving. That isn't love." Her head shakes slightly.
"How would you know how I feel?" he roars, "Do you even try to understand?"
"What is there to understand about you, Frank? Is that even your real name? Frank Fontaine?" again, her head shakes, "No, I don't know. No, I don't want to understand. What I know is enough. You and Ryan… You were a perfect match for one another… Both egomaniacs with control issues…"
For a while, Frank just watches her, "What are yuh gonna without me?"
"Me? I'm going to live… Rapture? It's going to thrive…" she pats a pocket, "Went back to Anna's and found a plan she and I had drafted for making Rapture whole and good… I plan on implementing it… There are still people who haven't touched ADAM… Still people that can be saved."
He laughs, despite himself. "Oh? And who's gonna help you?"
"Whom-so-ever wishes to." She states seriously. It was then that the Little Sisters hop onto Frank and begin taking out the ADAM. Moema looks away and drops her aim as Frank is drained dry.
Jack, who'd stayed silent reaches over to set a hand on Moema's shoulder. "Are you alright?"
She glances at him, "I'll be fine in due time, Jack…"
He nods before looking down at one of the Little Sisters and holding out his hand. The child is hesitant before setting her hand in his. Finally, he looks back at Moema. "You should come back to the Surface with me…"
Her head shakes as she chuckles, "No, Jack. I'm a colored woman. There is nothing for me up there… And someone has to clean up down here." She sets her revolver away, "You're welcome to stay or visit, though I'm unsure why you would…"
A faint smirk crosses his features, "I don't like the idea of being under so much water… It bothers me." That makes Moema laugh and nod. "But I might visit…"
"Take care, then." She nods once more before turning and heading off.