[The insinuation is the truth: Neil cannot rightfully camp. Doesn't know how to make a fire, catch a fish, sleep under the stars. No one's ever taught him, not even James. When father and son hiked nearly the full length of the Captial Wasteland, they hadn't stopped once, even to piss.
But that is neither here nor there. Neil shrugs and walks toward the recognizable gate.]
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But that is neither here nor there. Neil shrugs and walks toward the recognizable gate.]
I can see a lot just walking past them.