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I don't care what Atlas says, I can't imagine killing any of the Little Sisters. It was never really a choice, and I'm perfectly happy never seeing it happen. And as much as I hate the Houdini splicers, I hate listening to Big Daddy's mournful groans and plodding steps when he has nobody to protect--partly because there's nothing I can do to improve his situation, crammed into a metal shell by an evil industrialist, shackled both mind and body.