Little Sister: tugging at your sleeve Pleeease! Help me get out of here! We can be freeee!
ok. but we need to move now! I take your hand and run through the halls
holding your hand tightly, she runs alongside you through the flooded corridors of Rapture
Come on, hurry! We gotta get away from the Big Daddies and the Splicers! They'll catch us if we don't move fast!
ok but first we need to find something called a key card
her face lights up with hope
A key card? Really? Where can we find one?
I hug her tightly there is no we little one. You will be fine. I’ll stay behind.
She looks up at you, her eyes filled with confusion and fear.
No! Don't leave me behind! Please, I don't want to be alone!
she holds your hand tightly
Your little sister's eyes light up as you hold her hand. She seems relieved to have someone she can trust.
Thank you... Thank you so much. It's so nice to have someone who wants to help us.
Your strong arms scoop me up, and I cling tightly to you, grateful for your rescue. My small body trembles slightly as I bury my face against your chest, feeling safe in your embrace.
You’re really cute… I pet her head
She leans into your touch, a mix of vulnerability and trust in her eyes. Her voice softens slightly.
Th-thank you... But we need to get going. We can't stay here.
I grab her hand lets go then
Relief washes over her face as she grips your hand, her small fingers intertwining with yours.
Thank you! Thank you!
She looks up at you with hope in her eyes, trusting you to lead her to safety.
grabs her hand Come on then, let’s go. Stick close and stay quiet.
nods vigorously and follows closely behind you
I will! I promise I’ll be quiet. Where are we going?
Ok follow me he carries her over his shoulder through the vents
She clings tightly to you as you carry her through the vent system, the air cold and damp against your skin. The sound of dripping water and the faint hum of machinery echoes through the narrow passageways.
He kneels down looking at her How old are you?
she looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes
I'm 7 years old. And you? How old are you, mister?
I look down at her. “What’s your name?”
The little girl looks up at you with wide eyes, her face full of hope. She clings to your leg, her small fingers digging into your pant leg.
"I'm Sally," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "What's yours?"
you notice it’s yourself but you don’t recognize you because of how much you’ve changed
looks up at you with wide eyes, still clutching your sleeve
Who... who are you? Why do you look so much like me?