[ He wasn't broken up. He wants to say that, but isn't able. But he is able to give Neil what he said he wanted. Alex brushes his hand over Neil's arm, speaking clearly. ]
So we probably got off to a bad start. I'm Alex Seattle Geer, and I've been the last two since I was eighteen. Alex is my only given name. Guessed at my birthday. Pretty much a cast-off person with all the trimming. My hair? Yeah, it used to be about that color. Dark brown, give or take on the day. When I got shot, I woke up with the gray-white. Didn't mind it at first. Made people know who I was unless I hid it.
And then that Dam.
That three-way battle. And the Legion were going to take too much, and the NCR did good but took too much away--didn't care like they needed, were stretched too thin. And House... Any personal feelings put aside, all he cared about was Vegas. Not the Mojave.
So I took steps. And we took it back from all of them. The 38 crew? Was the main people I worked with. Allied with a few other smaller groups. Got in Julie's debt forever. Put it all together, and there it was. A group that could take back their own independence, their own home.
And then I was something? Just because I took a mask off a damn Legate and told the NCR they weren't needed here. Killed House and Caesar, saved Kimball. Yeah, sure; I did those things, but I wasn't the one who brought the plane and the bombs, the vertibird and the power armor. I just helped. Just stepped in here and there, and then I was something. Something, when I told you in that damned locked shantyhouse that I felt like nothing. Couldn't even go get parts for ED-E without... people in my face, calling me all these names I couldn't take. So I tested, experimented.
[ He reaches a little, to pull a strand of his own hair. His fingers come away dark. ]
Coffee beans. Pinyon nuts. Those are the main things. I redye it every time I shower, more or less. Shower, shave, and dye, and I've gotten in the habit. Didn't even think about it anymore. It's been nice to be anonymous. Nice to hide, nice to forget. I feel like I'm going to have to stop doing that soon.
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So we probably got off to a bad start. I'm Alex Seattle Geer, and I've been the last two since I was eighteen. Alex is my only given name. Guessed at my birthday. Pretty much a cast-off person with all the trimming. My hair? Yeah, it used to be about that color. Dark brown, give or take on the day. When I got shot, I woke up with the gray-white. Didn't mind it at first. Made people know who I was unless I hid it.
And then that Dam.
That three-way battle. And the Legion were going to take too much, and the NCR did good but took too much away--didn't care like they needed, were stretched too thin. And House... Any personal feelings put aside, all he cared about was Vegas. Not the Mojave.
So I took steps. And we took it back from all of them. The 38 crew? Was the main people I worked with. Allied with a few other smaller groups. Got in Julie's debt forever. Put it all together, and there it was. A group that could take back their own independence, their own home.
And then I was something? Just because I took a mask off a damn Legate and told the NCR they weren't needed here. Killed House and Caesar, saved Kimball. Yeah, sure; I did those things, but I wasn't the one who brought the plane and the bombs, the vertibird and the power armor. I just helped. Just stepped in here and there, and then I was something. Something, when I told you in that damned locked shantyhouse that I felt like nothing. Couldn't even go get parts for ED-E without... people in my face, calling me all these names I couldn't take. So I tested, experimented.
[ He reaches a little, to pull a strand of his own hair. His fingers come away dark. ]
Coffee beans. Pinyon nuts. Those are the main things. I redye it every time I shower, more or less. Shower, shave, and dye, and I've gotten in the habit. Didn't even think about it anymore. It's been nice to be anonymous. Nice to hide, nice to forget. I feel like I'm going to have to stop doing that soon.