Right and wrong, wrong were tidal forces, ever shifting

"You taught me right and wrong were tidal forces, ever shifting. To survive in Rapture , Father, you took what you needed from the innocent. But...When the guilty posed no further threat, you simply walked away. I wanted mother dead, but broken as she was, how could she hurt me. Now she will grow old and die, knowing that I rejected her. "

You watch as your Eleanor swims up to her mother, and doesn't kill her. It's a bit surprising after all the woman has done to her, but you suppose Grace, Stanley, and Alex have done a lot to you, but in the end were not threats. You have lines you won't cross, few though they are. They weren't threats like the other splicers, and however regrettable, your Eleanor's safety and your capability of ensuring it, came before any other little sister.

You wonder if your unwillingness to kill the unarmed is a remnant of the big Daddy programming, or a sign you might have been slightly different from most of Rapture splicers. You suppose it doesn't matter now, because you're dying. You've been dying ever since you came back, and when Sophia smothered your Eleanor, it became inevitable.

You wonder if she will be safe , all alone out there in the world. Because you can't protect her, and Sophia is alive, and though subdued now, has a frightening charisma that may gain her allies on the surface.

You black out before you can think about it further.

When you regain consciousness your Eleanor looks over you, conflicted.

"You made a monster of me father, but I wondered why you saved the others. You left me in doubt. Didn't you want me to be like you? I knew I could save you; but if you felt regret, if you wanted me to choose for myself I would have to let you go, to let you die. "

Your Eleanor's Adam extractor hovers over you, and for a moment you don't do anything. With your Adam, you can protect her still and guide her. You won't have to leave her alone. She will be safer.

But this isn't about what you want; it's about what your Eleanor wants. And Your Eleanor has her doubts. You are a man made monster, a relic of the past brought back to life to free her. Does she need you anymore?

Do you want her to one day become like you?

You don't exactly like what you've done, but can you regret keeping her safe the best way You can? But if your Eleanor doesn't feel the same...

Coming to a decision, your Eleanor plunges the extractor down at you, and almost without thinking, you push it away.

Perhaps you don't regret it as much as you should, but your Eleanor does, and that is enough.

She's starting over without her mother, and perhaps it's for the best for her to start over without her father too. Your Eleanor carries enough of Rapture in her veins, and has no need of yours, to be able to defend herself. You will respect her decision to be herself. To leave you , with Rapture.

What place on the surface would there be for a monster of Rapture like you?

"The Rapture dream is over, and in wakening I am alone. Mother I left behind, and you chose to die, rather than have me follow you."

Eleanor drops her extractor and grabs your hand, pulling you along. It almost reminds you of year's ago- before you died- when you harvested angles together. But there won't be any angels where you're going.

Maybe one day, Your Eleanor can recover from the scars Rapture has left with her. From the scars you left on her as you tried to save her.

You have influenced your Eleanor, you taught her to survive Rapture, and in the process pulled her down to the levels of the splicers you once defended her from. Perhaps your…. Perhaps Eleanor is better off without you.

You stare into the water, one gloved hand grazing it. It's perfectly still today, completely reflective. Pity there is no sun.

"You gave me the greatest gift of all."

If you could, you might be tempted to laugh. In this reflection, you are looking the mirror of a man with no face.

"Something I have never had."

You don't want this to be your last memory though, and you struggle to find energy to move.

"My freedom"

You turn to look at her, fearing what you might see in her face, but hoping yours will bring her comfort somehow. Even if it is just a helmet.

"There is no name for what I am, but the world is about to change. I thought we would seize it together."

Eleanor moves to brush her bangs away from her face, and you stare, trying to memorize her with your fading sight.

"Yet as I sat there with you, I wondered if even I could be redeemed. "

She reaches for you, but your energy fails you, and your last sight is of the lighthouse.

"Your sacrifice gave me hope."

"But father wherever you are...I miss you."