He stops to mirror Neil, an eyebrow raised. "You'd have to be an idiot not to know that by now. All of us, his suicidally stupid "Lucky 38 Crew." We'd all happily frolic into death at his side.

"...It's like this," he adds quietly. "We all started in different places. Different endings for each of us. But we all saw a point to continuing, and we all ended up here. Tell me, Neil Park, the Capital Wasteland's Lone Wanderer."

He tilts his head, to raise his eyebrow again. "Is it any different for you?"