It felt longer than an hour, even if their was a clock on the train telling how much time had passed.
Estrella had maneuvered herself to lay on her left side, delicately holding onto the open gold locket she had attached to her neck. Inside as she had suspected was a small photo, displaying a black and white image of her two parents. Jason Aguilar was her father, the man who stood in a dark fresh pressed suit and his hair combed neatly back, his face shaven and clean. He looked like a dapper young man, smiling as if he was drunk on the happiness in his life.
His wife, Moira Annalise Aguilar sat in the photo, wearing a light colored gown with silk roses along the bodice, a string of pearls perfectly around her neck. It seemed like she got her hair traits from her mother, seeing the way her hair was pinned up and curled beautifully, while nestled in her arms was a newborn baby, dressed in lace and silk flowers, happily distracted by a toy while the photo was taken.
These were the people in her mind, lost to her memories with only their voices to remember them by. She felt it her responsibility to take the locket and keep it close to her heart, tearing the hand immediately off anyone who was to ever take it from her.
She glanced over towards the train controls, seeing Delta standing in the train coach. Maybe he stood there because the seats weren't big enough for him, or he just liked to stand. Sinclair, after discussing many more things with him proceeded to head off towards the back private cart area, leaving her alone where she was.
Her main focus had been on Delta and Eleanor, their special bond explanation rerunning in her mind over and over. If Delta was only connected to Eleanor and her alone, then why did he allow her to be near them? Why did he take of her too, especially when their wasn't anything to gain?
She then wondered what kind of man he was. She had seen him once that one time, even when he was moments away from death. He was a handsome man, she'll say that, and she wondered what life he could've had before becoming the first series of Big Daddies to exist. Ten years is a very long time being dead, maybe that handsome face of his was mutilated and long decayed. He may have just been a walking corpse underneath that suit, but in all honesty, Estrella didn't even care.
She still loved him dearly, seeing him as the father figure she wish she had after the death of her parents.
She sat up slowly, closing her locket and tucking it away underneath her suit and shirt layers to protect it. Maybe while they waited, she could get a chance to talk with him? Even though he couldn't exactly talk, she had a few ideas.
"Delta?" She approached the front cart, seeing him turn slightly to acknowledge her. Seeing him this up close made her feel really small and awkward, but she swallowed the embarrassment immediately.
"I was just wondering, do you talk?"
Delta stared at her for a moment, the yellow light casting over her face. Of course, he said nothing to that. He did however, raise up his free hand to point at his own helmet.
"What?" Estrella was immediately confused.
He emitted a low groan, sounding like a more toned down version of the ones the common Big Daddies would roar out.
"Ooh," It kicked in, realizing that all Big Daddies had voice boxes installed, him included.
"I'm sorry, I forgot about that."
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Two Little Sisters-Bioshock
Fanfiction"Rapture is the body, Sofia Lamb is the voice. Big Sister is the left hand. The Daughter of the People is the right hand. Eleanor is the Messiah to save us all". -Audiodiary Years after Andrew Ryan's death, a small family takes a lucky vacation to R...
