"Time? Time for what? For whatever you've done to me to work?" I won't be stopped, I won't be your prisoner again. I'd rather die, do you know that, Mother? I'd rather you put that pillow over my face again and leave me dead this time. But you won't because you're perfectly incapable to think of anyone or anything other than your perfect Utopia. You're as mad as Ryan and Fontaine. All of you, you deserve Rapture.

"I will be free, do you hear me?! Even if I have to kill you all, I won't be Mother's Utopian ever again!" And with that, I lunge. For the exit or the men trying to stop me, I'm past caring which. I'll drown you all this time.