Backdated to the GAPS plot

I'm so tired, Father. I've lost track of the amount of time I've been here, all the tests and all the questions have worn me down. I haven't felt this tired and alone since Rapture and there, at least I had hope that the Sisters and I would be able to resurrect you and you would rescue me. I yearn for that kind of hope and in my darkest hours, when I hear the sounds of pain and loss in the cells around me, I fear it will never come.

I've been locked in a room, some kind of interrogation cell, for I don't know how long. I'm hungry and they gave me something instead of my regular anti-plasmid dose that has my head foggy. I think it's because I threw a punch at a guard yesterday. Or the day before. I suppose it doesn't matter, but they have someone coming in, a specialist of some kind who is supposed to see if my power works against... I think they said magic. They weren't talking to me and it was hard to overhear. I think they mean for me to fight again, but this isn't the arena. I don't know where I am.

There are chairs, but I ignore them, sitting on the floor with by back to the corner. I'm certain if they mean me to sit in the chair, they'll be more than happy to tie me to it. For now, I just want to close my eyes for a bit.