Delta wasn't exactly in a good place. The worst was when they got so close to him. He was almost used to the bloodshed, but never entirely got used to the smell of burning bodies and sight of spilling organs.

He glanced at Jack with an understanding expression under the yellow light.

Rapture will never leave us. We can forgive the wrongs, but we won't forget the sights and smells.

He felt distinctly hollow inside, but knew he'd get through it. Delta rarely ever spoke about his dreams.