good morning, vault-tec calling! there has been an opening on the list, & you have been chosen for our newest vault! care to go over some information?

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STATS / S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

you struggle against prophecy like a stone loose from its sling; how thrilling the launch, how breath-taking the apex, & how terrifying the descent... as gravity drags you down into the inevitable.

the lord judges, i act.

how do you wash the things you've done?

are you afraid of god?

i am afraid of you.

this world values children, not childhood.

ah, i see what you mean.

the mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist.

time rots everything. even hope.

without the sinner, what need is there for a redeemer?

without sin, what grace has forgiveness?

change: that's what the people need. but sometimes i feel all i have to offer them is blood & fire.

do you ever get used to it? the killing?

the only difference between past & present is semantics. lives, lived, will live. dies, died, will die. if we could perceive time as it really was, what reason would grammar professors have to get out of bed?

why are you following me?

𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉. what is their favorite memory?

𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒂𝒚. how do they deal with grief & loss?

𝒅𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂. how do they see themselves physically vs. how others see them physically?

𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒔. if they could teach a course, what would it be?

𝒌𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒉. what is their favorite animal? do you think this animal symbolizes them well?

𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒂. if they had a child, what would their parenting style be? (or what is their parenting style?)

𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒓. how do they feel justice should be enacted?

𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒔. what or who would they go to battle for? no questions asked.

what did i do to deserve this?

bury the dead where they're found.

i want to save you from your sorrow.

did you get enough love?

i'm sorry i left, but it was for the best.

why do you cry?

everything i see returns to you somehow.

i can see a lot of life in you.

i long to be near you.

i've lost the will to fight.

i'll do anything for you.

everything i feel returns to you somehow.

i love you more than the world can contain.

i forgive you.

what's the point in singing songs if they'll never even hear you?

i think the dress looks nice on you.

i should have wrote a letter.

why does it have to be so hard?

shall we look at the moon?

i want to be well.

i could not be at rest, i could not be at peace.

we all know how this will end.

i should have known better.

i am a man with a heart that offends with its lonely & greedy demands.

avenge my grief.

how? how did this happen?

there are no onlookers in this struggle. there are the guilty & there are the dead.

what will you burn? what will you spare?

something has shifted in the moons.

power, yes, you have it. but power is inert without action & choice.

the curse of much knowledge is often indecision.

you know who i am, fool.

i'm not a man. i'm a weapon in human form.

i fight so that all the fighting i've already done hasn't been for nothing.

i fight because i must.

those who do not bow will be devoured.

this life might not look like much to you, but i'm content. isn't that all that matters.

spare me your notions of kinship.

farewell. i'll be certain to give [name] your regards.

i am an artisan, painting in strokes of blood-red upon the canvas of life.

the power to unmake the world is at my fingertips & you think you can do anything about it?

is that… an amulet of mara? you're not married?

you've been a good friend to me. that means something.

i'm thinking about you. what else can i say?

if i love you, is that a fact or a weapon?

you dangle on the leash of your own longing.

your need grows teeth.

i would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only; i would like to be that unnoticed & that unnecessary.

what you can't bury, give away. what you can't give away, you must carry with you.

screw poetry: it's you i want.

anyway, my dearest one, we still have the moon.

anything can become a saint if you pray to it enough.

you think i'm not a goddess? try me.

this is a torch song. touch me & you'll burn.

i exist in two places: here, & where you are.

why does love hurt so much?

when a shameful thing is done to you, the shamefulness rubs off on you. you feel dirtied.