Letting go is a fact of life. Any rational thought would lead to this conclusion. Alex tells Neil that Dogmeat trusted him enough, and Neil finds a strange kind of appreciation in the words. Gratitude that there are those who still remain with the ones left behind, enough of it there to want to express the emotion.

It is a question, however, that Neil draws from his lips.

"Do you believe he was correct?" he murmurs. "To place that kind of trust in me? To think that I can keep moving?"