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“Hail!” Reed’s shout, rending the air like a bolt of lightning, was met with the sounds of people being rapidly woken and weapons being readied. I’d hoped that the fire was the result of some natural cause, but the sudden wariness of the Yao Guai proved my hopes wrong. Some time earlier I’d noticed the unmistakeable flickering light of a campfire obscured behind a wall, and the building had proven itself to a be a large factory as we’d drawn closer. Reed shushed me as Bork let out a low rumbling growl. You got to be some kind of heartless to survive out here.” “Force,” he murmured after the fit had subsided, “Dat ‘m the on’y way t’ show ’em.” Memory faded, and I noticed that Reed was laughing, a wheezing sound that seemed painful to make. That’s where the carnage of my escape from the Vault had started. He refused, calling in the guard stationed outside the door.
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I’d demanded to be set free of Vault 101 to find my father and bring him back. It was only after that he’d threatened me with confinement for non-compliance that I lost my temper. I’d gotten angry and fought back with questions of my own that he’d refused to answer. I’d gone to the Overseer’s office readily enough, prepared to tell him all that I knew or could guess about what had happened to my father. “I killed her father… It upset her a little.” I tried to cover the guilt and pain of the memory with a joke, but the attempt rang false to my own ears. Since setting out I’d been considering how much information about myself to share with Reed, and this was his first real attempt to pry into my past. “No… There was a time, not so long ago, when I thought this girl-Amata-would… but it’s impossible now.”Ĭlouds had moved in to obscure the moon, and without its silver glow my new companions were nothing more than three vague shapes, standing out from the background only because of how much darker they appeared. “Oh,” I murmured, taken aback by his candour, “I’m sorry to hear it.” “Dem a righ’ fine commod’ty, but ‘m loud. “Reg’ly,” I couldn’t make out his features in the dark, but his voice carried a smile. “You’ve handled babies before?” The ease with which Reed had soothed the child brought the question unbidden to my lips.