As she switched on the feed from her device, it displayed some little girls, all with glowing yellow eyes, a pretty if not scruffy little dress on. Some had syringes in their hands, huge and oversized much like the one Eleanor had mounted on her wrist. The others had little ragdolls made of tennis balls and rope.
She was weak, yet her altered DNA made it so she was still able to move, talk and if need be, possibly fight. Eleanor shook her head as one of the girls came close to the camera, smiling at her and taking her hand. She filmed as she was lead by the child around her basement-like home. ]
Did I hear some of the residents here talk of Ghosts? I'd like to know more.
[ Eleanor had her helmet off this time, still in the oversized diving suit, but she was showing her face for the first time since her arrival. She was a pale girl, sickly looking like she could do with a good dose of sunshine. But it wasn't her she was concerned about. ]
I could have seen Father... Mother possibly, depending on Father's mood... Yet I'm tormented by this?
[ The camera shows two little sisters, laughing and playing a game of chasing each other. ]
I knew they were here, my Little Sisters. I could feel them. Though, I've come to understand they must be dead? Harvested by the sick and deprived no doubt... Is swear, if I should find that these girls really were here and that--
[ She stops herself, feeling her anger rise. No, no, Eleanor your Father taught you better than that. ]
What if I'm really their ghost? Would I know any different? Would you know, if you were someone's ghost? I mean, I arrived here only a short while ago... What if I'm the one who isn't real?
[ It seemed that in Eleanor's case, the drain her ghosts had on her, was more of a mental one. Her mind was slowly fading though her body fought on. Soon she'd be no better than the real Big Sisters that roamed the seafloor in search of little ones to rescue. ]