"If I were you," Boone said, "I wouldn't get too close to me. I end up hurting everyone I touch. I've done it to you already, and if you care about me, it just means it'll hurt worse when it happens again."
The Courier raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe I should be the judge of that. I forgave you for what happened in Novac. Your freak-out this evening was scary, but it didn't hurt me. With the right precautions, we might be able to avoid anything else."
"Precautions? With a murderer and a fucking rapist?"
"Other people I've worked with have included a schizophrenic monster mutant and a member of a fascist secret society. We have problems, Boone, but my being scared of you isn't one."
She took him by the arm, holding tight when he tried to shake her off.
"You've told me what you are. Okay. I'm a manipulative cocktease gambling with the fate of the entire Mojave. My motives are good, sure- I want to wipe out the Legion and get some kind of stability for the rest of us- but I'll be the first to admit I'm a real bitch about the way I'm doing it. I can forgive you for what you did because I'm not one for moral absolutes, and even if I think you had no right to make that choice for Carla, no right at all, all it means is that you're a fucked up person and so am I and together we are going to save the Mojave!"
The Courier had to take a long breath after her tirade. Boone wasn't even looking at her anymore, but was turned back to Bitter Springs, raising his scope to see more clearly. Before she could ask him if he'd listened to a word she said, he indicated for her to be quiet.
"That's Legion red," he whispered. "I can see it. We picked a hell of a night to come here- I think they're about to start a raid!"
The immediate sounds of shouting and gunshots confirmed his statement.
"I'm going in," he said. "I'm no match for them, and I'm probably going to die. I won't ask you to come with me- you can go home and play your games with Legionaries. I hope it works out great."
He loaded his gun.
"If I don't see you again, thanks for coming out here tonight."
Boone started moving down the canyon, and the Courier only had a split second to make her decision. A direct assault against a raiding party would ruin everything, even if it wasn't suicidal. All her plans had relied on Legion trust, on working from behind the scenes. It would take some serious improvisation to work an open battle into those plans.
"I really hate moral absolutes," she growled as she followed Boone into the fray.
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timeasmymeasure
Torch Songs 15/?
Date: 2012-01-01 09:25 pm (UTC)The Courier raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe I should be the judge of that. I forgave you for what happened in Novac. Your freak-out this evening was scary, but it didn't hurt me. With the right precautions, we might be able to avoid anything else."
"Precautions? With a murderer and a fucking rapist?"
"Other people I've worked with have included a schizophrenic monster mutant and a member of a fascist secret society. We have problems, Boone, but my being scared of you isn't one."
She took him by the arm, holding tight when he tried to shake her off.
"You've told me what you are. Okay. I'm a manipulative cocktease gambling with the fate of the entire Mojave. My motives are good, sure- I want to wipe out the Legion and get some kind of stability for the rest of us- but I'll be the first to admit I'm a real bitch about the way I'm doing it. I can forgive you for what you did because I'm not one for moral absolutes, and even if I think you had no right to make that choice for Carla, no right at all, all it means is that you're a fucked up person and so am I and together we are going to save the Mojave!"
The Courier had to take a long breath after her tirade. Boone wasn't even looking at her anymore, but was turned back to Bitter Springs, raising his scope to see more clearly. Before she could ask him if he'd listened to a word she said, he indicated for her to be quiet.
"That's Legion red," he whispered. "I can see it. We picked a hell of a night to come here- I think they're about to start a raid!"
The immediate sounds of shouting and gunshots confirmed his statement.
"I'm going in," he said. "I'm no match for them, and I'm probably going to die. I won't ask you to come with me- you can go home and play your games with Legionaries. I hope it works out great."
He loaded his gun.
"If I don't see you again, thanks for coming out here tonight."
Boone started moving down the canyon, and the Courier only had a split second to make her decision. A direct assault against a raiding party would ruin everything, even if it wasn't suicidal. All her plans had relied on Legion trust, on working from behind the scenes. It would take some serious improvisation to work an open battle into those plans.
"I really hate moral absolutes," she growled as she followed Boone into the fray.