Here it is. Neil looks back with clear shame in his dark eyes.
"...How was I supposed to ask you? I could barely keep a pulse on what was going on around me," he answers, voice edging toward pain. "By the time I got it together, we were back in the Mojave from Vault 7. Then it was too late."
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"...How was I supposed to ask you? I could barely keep a pulse on what was going on around me," he answers, voice edging toward pain. "By the time I got it together, we were back in the Mojave from Vault 7. Then it was too late."