User:Rawling

Spared
Lamb fails to make it to the surface, but Eleanor hands her an air tank.

Killed
Lamb makes the surface, but Eleanor drags her under.

Good
Eleanor gently takes Delta's essence and sits by the sea with the rescued Little Sisters. Bright sky, calm sea.

Choice
Eleanor holds the syringe above Delta's body.

Choice Neutral
Delta brushes away the syringe. Eleanor leads him to the sea, where he collapses. Dark sky, calm sea.

Choice Bad
Delta allows Eleanor to take his essence. Eleanor walks to the sea, where dead splicers come to the surface. Dark sky, stormy sea.

Bad
Delta trys to stop Eleanor from taking his essence, but fails. Eleanor walks to the sea, where dead splicers come to the surface. Dark sky, stormy sea.

Good
The Rapture dream is over, but in waking, I am reborn. This world is not ready for me, yet here I am. It would be so easy to misjudge them. You are my conscience, father, and I need you to guide me. You will always be with me now, father, your memories, your drives, and when I need you you will be there on my shoulder, whispering.

Choice Neutral
The Rapture dream is over, and, in waking, I am alone. Mother, I left behind, and you chose to die rather than to have me follow you. But you gave me the greatest gift of all, something I have never had: my freedom. There is no name for what I am, but the world is about to change. I thought we would sieze it together, yet, as I sat there with you, I wondered if even I could be redeemed. Your sacrifice gave me hope, but father, wherever you are, I miss you.

Choice Bad
You may not have wanted me, father, but you defined me. You chose to survive, no matter the cost, and I will not let your instincts go to waste. The Rapture dream is over, and, in waking, I am reborn. You will always be with me, father, your memories, your drives. When I need you, you will be there, whispering from my shoulder. There is no name for what I am, but the world is about to change, and with your help, they will never see me coming.

Bad
The Rapture dream is over, and, in waking, I am reborn. You may not have wanted me, father, but you defined me. You chose to survive, no matter the cost, and I will not let your instincts go to waste. You will always be with me, father, your memories, your drives. When I need you you will be there, whispering from my shoulder. There is no name for what I am, but the world is about to change, and with your help, they will never see me coming.