The False Shepherd

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"You sure ‘bout that?" Haunting him once again, his own thoughts and self-loathing seemed to have manifested in a ghostly form, almost like it was a dream. By the way it felt, it was more along the lines of a nightmare.

I’ve got a bad case of the 3:00 am guilts - you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn’t do right? Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice warm glass of regret, depression and self-loathing.

Couldn’t exactly blame him for wanting to get out of there as fast as he could. Atlas didn’t have the heart to tell him escape was impossible unless he was up for an incredibly long swim, even so, it didn’t seem likely that he’d even begin to think of leaving without this ‘Elizabeth’ he seemed so adamant to find. So much so that he had the gall to demand the bodiless voice to search for her — now, in what universe would that ever happen? Up until now life in the ruined body of Rapture had been void of most distractions. Tucked away in a well preserved niche of the city, Atlas had been blessed with refuge from the mutated freaks that continued to stalk the hallways, free to do as he wished so long as he didn’t clue Ryan into where he was hiding. He wanted to keep it that way. The man made too much noise to simply leave him be, let him hunt for this girl of his. Too bad he couldn’t order him to smash his way through a nearby airlock and drown himself.

"Thanks, I'd appreciate that." Booker falls silent upon pondering Elizabeth's whereabouts. He knows she's a capable girl. She knows how to defend herself and remain in an area that has fewer threats. Yet, he still fears for her safety. He doesn't know what exactly the feeling is; it grows every single time he sees Elizabeth and parts from her.

« Nuh-huh —no spoilers for you, Mr. Dewitt. Everything will be dissipated in due time. » The scientist smirked, as a cold finger of hers tapped the humid lips of the ex-detective, before making a few steps back, her body flickering once again. Without Robert, by her side, her condition as a omnipresent being seemed to be rather unstable, she noticed —and this was going to deserve further studies.

"Spoilers?" he frowns, "listen, if you know something I don't--" Booker's words trail off when the woman's finger touches his lips. He takes in the scent of her perfume that lingers on her finger. He feels the silkiness of her flesh. He freezes against her touch as if it's a spell.