Fuck his life. Fuck his stupid shitty life. Neil's pushed back toward the wall as Alex moves into the room, all three Brotherhood eyes fixed on what they perceive to be the true threat. And they would be correct, Neil thinks.
Alex Seattle Geer. The Courier. Between him and three Brotherhood of Steel members, there's no doubt on who's going to come out on top.
It's a sign, he muses, that it's time to go. Go back into the room as requested by Alex earlier in that wretched conversation.
He walks swiftly, eyes watching for immediate dangers, into the open door, to the Laser RCW Recycler standing against the wall near the packs. He picks up the rifle and sucks in a breath, tension mounting behind his motions.
Dogmeat and ED-E are within his eyesight and safely within the walls. The former is tense but silent while it is the latter who's projecting the most distress. Neil raises a hand toward the eyebot, attempting reassurance despite the scenario. "Hey, hey," he says gently. "It's okay."
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Alex Seattle Geer. The Courier. Between him and three Brotherhood of Steel members, there's no doubt on who's going to come out on top.
It's a sign, he muses, that it's time to go. Go back into the room as requested by Alex earlier in that wretched conversation.
He walks swiftly, eyes watching for immediate dangers, into the open door, to the Laser RCW Recycler standing against the wall near the packs. He picks up the rifle and sucks in a breath, tension mounting behind his motions.
Dogmeat and ED-E are within his eyesight and safely within the walls. The former is tense but silent while it is the latter who's projecting the most distress. Neil raises a hand toward the eyebot, attempting reassurance despite the scenario. "Hey, hey," he says gently. "It's okay."
It's going to be okay, one way or another.