[The dark mutter is just that, and then Sinclair pulls the trigger, wincing slightly as the blood streaks up and out. He makes sure to empty a solid clip into him, just in case any of his Plasmids feel like acting up.
After a moment, he nudges the body with the toe of his shoe, raising an eyebrow.]
Life's tough, kid, when you start splicin' n'all. [Shrugging, he goes back and picks up his grenade launcher, shrugging it on his shoulder.] 'Course, it gets tougher when you take t'Hypnotizin' me. Wouldn't have minded lettin' you waste away in your own body 'til it just fell apart, but, see...
[He grins to himself as he walks down the hall.] I've got one hell of a vengeful streak, sometimes.
[Turning the corner, he murmurs:] Nightynight. [and lights up a cigarette.]
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[The dark mutter is just that, and then Sinclair pulls the trigger, wincing slightly as the blood streaks up and out. He makes sure to empty a solid clip into him, just in case any of his Plasmids feel like acting up.
After a moment, he nudges the body with the toe of his shoe, raising an eyebrow.]
Life's tough, kid, when you start splicin' n'all. [Shrugging, he goes back and picks up his grenade launcher, shrugging it on his shoulder.] 'Course, it gets tougher when you take t'Hypnotizin' me. Wouldn't have minded lettin' you waste away in your own body 'til it just fell apart, but, see...
[He grins to himself as he walks down the hall.] I've got one hell of a vengeful streak, sometimes.
[Turning the corner, he murmurs:] Nightynight. [and lights up a cigarette.]