I take his hand, Father, but only for a moment. I see the dart embed itself in his flesh and I know the fight is over. We're caught, and I'll be forever grateful for his attempt, but I am hardly surprised. He will sleep and he will wake in a cell, just as I did. Just as everyone did in this place.

I feel the anger rise, Father, greater than anything I'd known before. It isn't fair. None of us made this choice, at least Rapture had been a hell of people's individual making, this was just... cruelty. And no one knew. No one outside or there would have been rescue attempts. Or Magnus would not have been so surprised to see me as I was.

As he stumbles, I scream, the sound of a Big Sister escaping my lungs as I surge towards the man who shot my friend. My fist connects with his jaw and I feel the bones crumble even as I feel a dart find it's mark in my arm.