A man chooses,

   ”You and me both.” he said, soon falling silent once more. Jack wasn’t that great with words and often said the wrong thing. He feared that if he had happened to do so, she might feel worse, and that was definitely the last thing that the prodigal son wanted.

   On another note, Jack, too, missed the sun. Who wouldn't under such circumstances? Although, the fact that she did saddened him immensely. You see, Jack was always one of those people who cared for others more than himself. It was just his nature.

   ”Blood? —Where?” It wasn’t as Jack had been injured recently, as far as he knew. Unless, he happened to get hurt and didn’t realize it? At this, the young man examined the bare parts of his body in search of the bodily fluid. He didn’t find anything until he looked down at his cable-knit sweater, which was covered in both dirt and oxidized blood that came from a combination of both Splicers and himself.

But in the end, our choices make us.

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   Although the bathysphere had already arrived at its destination, the submersible stood idle for a few moments and didn't open straight away. Within those moments, Jack decided to look out of the glass door to get a little preview of what his next destination was like. While doing so, he noticed two figures, one of whom was rummaging through a crate and not paying attention to their surroundings. The other, however, was visibly deformed with a rusted pipe in hand, and slowly, and presumably quietly, approaching the other.

   Unfortunately, the glass door still had not opened for some unknown reason and as every second passed, the Splicer inched closer. Jack pounded on the glass, attempting to get the other's attention. The glass must have been soundproof because they did not notice.

   After what seemed to be forever, the door at last opened. The young man aimed his pistol at the Splicer and pulled the trigger, killing it instantly.

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