Mun's trying to get back on the wagon.

[bearerofrapture]

Ye disappeared off the face o' the earth, gotten more than a little break, so you played through the hell of Rapture again. An', in the midst of it all, ye've gone and done an "unintentional canon review", unquote. But do ye really think this is what you need? Just because someone does start proddin' around and talkin' in that head o'yers, don't mean you have to listen to 'em. Impulsive, ye are.

[He frowns, pulling off his hat with a sigh. His Irish accent slips into a more comfortable New York dialect.]

Yeesh, that Atlas gig's startin' to get habitual -- Looks like I've been rubbin' off on ya. But seriously, kid; you've played with fire before, and you didn't get burned... well, not too badly, at least. It's fun catchin' up with ya again, but don't push your luck. [He pauses to take a puff from his cigar, and snickers.] By the way, good job wanderin' around for five minutes before ya figured out how to use the ADAM needle.

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[apolloheir]

[It's funny. But even after putting the bastard down for good, just hearing Fontaine talking irritates Jack to no end. He's going to sound a little annoyed now.]

And some of us wind up getting dragged back to the forefront because of muns freaking out in glee. [Sigh.]

[rapturing]

Where's the ADAM? No angels around here.

[apolloheir]

[You're not one of the girls he saved. Who are you?]

No angels. Sorry.

[rapturing]

[One of the awesome creepy ones! 8D]

Flew away again? All lost forever...

[apolloheir]

[You poor child. C'mere, let Uncle Jack pat you on the head.]

You don't need the angel any more, little one. It'll be okay.

[rapturing]

Good girls gather, gather, gather...I'm a good girl!

[apolloheir]

Yeah. Yeah, you're a good girl.

[Hopefully those pheromones from Point Prometheus are still lingering. Jack's just going to take one step towards the Little Sisters, hands held loosely at his sides.]

[rapturing]

...are you one of the daddies? Don't look like a daddy.

[apolloheir]

I'm not really a daddy like the one you know. But I looked after a lot of girls for Doctor- sorry, for Mama Tenenbaum. I don't look like Mister B, but don't worry. You're safe with me.

[He kneels down and holds out a hand to the Little Sister. C'mere, kiddo.]

[rapturing]

No more angels?

[apolloheir]

No more angels. You don't have to gather any longer.

[rapturing]

Flew away forever. No more angels, no more ADAM. Daddy won't like that.

[apolloheir]

Well, let's talk to him. I'll explain it to him. Daddy won't be mad at you. You're a good girl, after all. Daddies never get mad at good little boys and girls.

[Okay, so his dad's dead with a golf club sticking out of his skull, and the guy who "raised" him is dead via Little Sister. He's not a good judge, okay?]

[rapturing]

I am a good girl! Good girls gather!

[apolloheir]

[Sigh.] Okay, okay. I know you are. I'll help you find an angel. Okay?

[rapturing]

Can you see the angels?

[apolloheir]

Uh... I saw one this way. Come on. [He gestures off somewhere to the right. First chance he gets? This kid is getting rescued.]

[rapturing]

Angels, angels!

[wouldnotkindly]

[For once, Jack might actually agree with him.]

Seems like anyone would be better off not listening to you.