He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.

❝ Watching her with the Big Daddy, it was suddenly so clear. It wouldn't stop, it would never leave her. It would never hurt her or shout at her or get drunk and hit her or say it was too busy to spend time with her. And it would die to protect her. Of all the powerful men in Rapture over the years, this thing, this freak of science, was the only thing that measured up in an insane world, it was the sanest choice. ❞