Dragging up an old muse looking for a home

[sisterutopia]

Now look, while I really do appreciate you going to all this trouble again for my sake, I really think that you should reconsider some of your "plans". Even if you could find her somewhere, why would you ever think that I would want to speak to her again, or- or that I would even have anything to say to her to begin with!

What do you mean 'reconciliation'? No, I don't think that I need reconciliation! Everything's already over! Done! Nothing more to be said, so we can just let it go, right?

Why not see if Mister Sinclair is still out there, or maybe one of the sisters? Even...

[Sigh]

You aren't even listening anymore, are you? Worse than she is...

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what's that? tagging old dm posts is weird? naaaaah.

[notyourutopian]

She wants you to try and find Mother, doesn't she?

...Mine brings that up far more often than I would like.

Nawww

[sisterutopia]

Luckily, she's as difficult to find as anyone else.

[notyourutopian]

Everyone has become rather scarce, haven't they? I used to see Father occasionally...and there were a few of the little sisters. I even saw Mr. Sinclaire once.

Lately there doesn't seem to be anyone.

[sisterutopia]

Yes, I know. I actually used to be in a game that had Mother in it, and even Father and Mr Sinclair were there, but... Well, it didn't last as long as either of us would have liked, even with the fact that Mother was there. Never even really spoke to her much at the time, not that I'm complaining.

We're actually going back there; seems they've all gone, but... I think Mr. Metzer is there. The man from the surface. Going to have to be careful not to upset him, I guess.

[notyourutopian]

I can't even imagine mother...out of Rapture. I imagine she'd probably go a bit mad with so little control over anything.

Good luck where you're going? I...met his daughter. Cindy. Sort of. It's...rather complicated. I was living with her for a while, and Andrew Ryan's son.

But they're gone now, it's just me. It's pretty much always just me.

[sisterutopia]

Oh, they were there too; maybe they were the same? But-yes, you're right. No point in lingering on the past.

Anyway, it won't be so bad. It's nice being somewhere I can see the sun.

[... Crap. This isn't helping being comforting, is it. You'd think she'd be better at this by now. Then again, it's always easier to reassure everyone but yourself.]

[notyourutopian]

I doubt it. This Cindy...[Eleanor sighs.] She was a big sister. Crazed. It actually killed Jack getting a little bit of her mind back so she wasn't dangerous all the time.

I was in a city where I could see the sun for a while. It was...rather nice, really. Now I'm on a space station, and in a city where it's always night...

[She shivers.]

I don't think I will ever get used to that.

[sisterutopia]

Oh, I... S-Sorry. That's horrible... I can't imagine what it must've been like.

[The topic diversion is gratefully accepted, though... it's not much less depressing.]

A space station sounds a little too much like Rapture for my liking. I'm sure it's not all bad, but...

[She wants to say "but I'm glad there's sun where I am", but refrains out of respect. For herself. Oh, Mother would have a field day with this.]

[notyourutopian]

It's...different from Rapture? But it's huge. Larger than anything I can imagine, really. It has whole forests inside it.

It's not so bad. The city of night is much worse.