[Tonight the nightmares creep in slowly. It starts simply, a Little Sister taking him by the hand and leading him with a smile as she chatters about Angels and calls him Mr. B.
They walk by windows out on the ocean, and he sees his reflection. He's a Big Daddy.
Of course he is.
And then there's Frank Fontaine, speaking like Atlas, speaking like himself, oscillating between voices as he shouts at him.
You can't go back, boyo! Not from something like this!
And then Andrew Ryan...
You were my greatest disappointment.
And then Tenenbaum, looking so sad...
What have we done... what have we done?
And they speak together and apart and they repeat themselves and their words weave together in a frightening cacophony and he can't listen to it, he's fallen to the floor and his head is so heavy, so heavy, and the Little Sister is standing by him, crying, Mr. B! Mr. B! and he can't get up to help her, he can only moan, a sound that makes its way out of his throat, a low groan that shakes him, but he can't wake up, he can't lift himself off the ground, he's sinking, sinking, and the voices are bearing down on him, burying him.]
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They walk by windows out on the ocean, and he sees his reflection. He's a Big Daddy.
Of course he is.
And then there's Frank Fontaine, speaking like Atlas, speaking like himself, oscillating between voices as he shouts at him.
You can't go back, boyo! Not from something like this!
And then Andrew Ryan...
You were my greatest disappointment.
And then Tenenbaum, looking so sad...
What have we done... what have we done?
And they speak together and apart and they repeat themselves and their words weave together in a frightening cacophony and he can't listen to it, he's fallen to the floor and his head is so heavy, so heavy, and the Little Sister is standing by him, crying, Mr. B! Mr. B! and he can't get up to help her, he can only moan, a sound that makes its way out of his throat, a low groan that shakes him, but he can't wake up, he can't lift himself off the ground, he's sinking, sinking, and the voices are bearing down on him, burying him.]