| Transcript | - From Ryan to Sinclair...and from Sinclair to me. Mademoiselle "Sofia Lamb" is to vanish from Rapture without a trace. My people find every photo, every news clipping, every advert...and blot her out. We circulate a lie about how she returned to the surface with a new name, a new face. But here, alone...I review her speeches, her journals...even as I burn them, I find myself...curious. Wanting. Could it be there is still hope for my soul?
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