#dmadima

The ghoul takes a good deal of time reading over the note and considering how to respond, safety generally wasn’t a concern of his when he was using.

Maybe he should let Fahrenheit write back instead....

Taking out a sheet of paper and a pen, he sits and leans over to write a note back.

‘DiMA,

I’m sorry I don’t have a better answer for you, but there isn’t a surefire way to make chem use safe. Stay with them, keep an eye on them and keep some addictol nearby, make sure they don’t do anything dangerous while using and keep some water on hand. Other than that, I’m not sure what to tell you, just be there for them, it’s all you really can do.

“And that changes the fact that you still wear it with pride? Listen to yourself, you couldn’t even properly pretend that you think me your equal. If you’re trying to find out my recall code you can stop now, I dug out your little homing beacon decades ago. I wanted to find out what kind of man my enemy might be without having it used against me.”

            “ Don’t touch me, don’t stand by me, don’t look at me - ”

            It was difficult to hide the sheer panic in his tone. Why the Boss insisted on taking him to that den of filthy machines was beyond him. Sure, it happened to be close by, and maybe that feral ghoul got him good, and the wound had been infected with... something. Sure, he couldn’t feel his leg, and maybe it really had swelled up to three times its usual size, but Gage would have rather crawled through the dirt, and the fog, and the mud, all the way back to Far Harbor than to ever entrust his health to a bunch of abominations.

            “ I’ll be fine. I can still fight, ” he lied, if only to make it seem as though he could pose a threat... if needed. After all, one could never trust a synth. “ The boss is gonna come back with medicine any minute now. ”