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The people back in the vault were expecting some much needed supplies. Coming back with anything was better than nothing. Things should be alright in Diamond City, as long as they didn’t accuse him of being a synth. Again.

|| ✉ ↠ The young woman smiled and shook her head snickering, ❝ Hey it didn’t hurt me at all. In fact I think it was great. ❞ She had nothing against synths. In fact, some of the best people she had met in the Commonwealth just so happened to be that. ❝ Stick to em’, sister. They deserved every bit of that and you know it. ❞ 

@lastofthepast​ or @warwithoutend ( accepting )

                        “You know, it’s funny, ‘cause this is exactly what I wanted. Eliana. A Kid. Guess this is what I get for wishing for something good, huh? It comes out like this.”

            Having just awoken, Josh crawled out of his bed and scuttled out into the Citadel’s halls. When his mother was away, he was meant to wait for a scribe or other caretaker to get him dressed, but he preferred wearing his pajamas, anyway. He peered down the hallway, catching a glimpse of a familiar figure. He toddled over to Paladin Cross, his sleepy eyes still half-squinted against the glaring lights of the Citadel. “Hi, Miss Cross,” he greeted softly, adjusting his soft, blue nightshirt. “Is Momma back?”

“Alia, honey?” James reaches down to gently shake his sleeping daughter. “It’s time to get up.”

          “ Yeah? ...That power armor won’t save you, though. Killed a lot of folks in metal suits tougher than yours. Not always directly, but... let’s just say I’m a little more clever than you probably think. ”