i became good at pretending. i became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. and sometimes, when i did a really good job of pretending, i even fooled myself.
— Hold on ... your son stabbed you in the chest , you died and then you got resurrected .ᐣ.
⟡ Rubs back of his neck , looking genuinely confused by how casually she's said it.
And here i thought my family problems were bad. That's not exactly kind of story you hear every day.
Hood covers her eyes looking at the other, Not knowing who this being is seeing him with a cigarette.
“Hmmm a friendly human I suppose.
My own son Daegon stabbed me in the chest eons ago, Glad my other son Taven never did anything like that, I did die, Got resurrected.”
— They’re called Big Daddies ... huge guys sealed inside diving suits , built like tanks and strong enough to tear through steel if they have to.
⟡ Lowers his voice slightly.
Most of them spend their time protecting kids.
— Splicers are people or at least they used to be ... they kept modifying themselves with ADAM to become stronger , faster , smarter. Whatever they wanted to be.
Eventually it ruined them , their minds started falling apart , they became paranoid , violent , obsessive.