They offered you the city… and you refused it. And what did you do instead? What I’ve come to expect of you. You saved them. You gave them the one thing that was stolen from them: A chance. A chance to learn, to find love, to live. And in the end, what was your reward? You never said it, but I think I know: a family.
“Where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, where the great would not be constrained by the small. And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well.”
“What makes something like me? I look at genes all day long and never do I see the blueprint of sin. I could blame the Germans, but in truth I did not find tormentors in the prison camp but kindred spirits. These children I brutalized have awoken something inside that for most is beautiful and natural…but in me is an abomination. My maternal instinct.”