Notes: I hope it's okay that I post now after so much time! I'm sure everyone who read this story has since given up and I do apologise for such a long wait! Real life has been nasty, but I've never left a story unfinished and do not intend to start.
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By the time they made it into Freeside, Cathy, Boone, and Charon were all tired enough for a nice, long rest. Of course, Cathy was the only one who voiced that, but she could tell her companions were keeping back heavy breathing and signs of fatigue.
She wouldn’t tell.
As she half-stumbled into the Atomic Wrangler, she got an amused but non-judgmental look from the man she rented a room from and only after collapsing on the bed did she realise why that might be.
And then she shrugged it off. This wasn’t the kind of place most people stayed at just for sleep, after all.
And somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what sort of person she was, if it took her so long to make that connection.
Or maybe she was just too tired to. It felt odd, not knowing herself, not understanding what sort of person she is.
Or maybe that was just her tired mind not working as well as it could.
Hell, either way.
“Charon?” she finally asked, looking over at the man, who had seated himself on the floor.
“Hm?” the ghoul responded.
“What kind of person am I? You travelled with me for so long...”
“Well, kid, you were... you are a good person. You did not always do the right thing, but you did it for the right reasons.”
She smiled at that. “What else?”
“You were not the best in a fight. And you were clever. And you... loved your father.”
“My father?”
He just shrugged, deciding to leave it at that. It wasn’t his place, he felt, to talk about her father, about the reason she walked so far and for so long in any direction that seemed like it would take her far enough away. That, and he was never very good at talking, and he felt he’d done enough of it.
Boone, who had been listening curiously, looked over at her, then, just in time to see a tear slide down her face.
“Are you crying?” the sniper asked her.
“No,” she said, and then wiped her eye. “Oh. Yes I am. That’s odd.”
“Are you all right?”
She nodded. “I can’t think of a reason for me to cry,” she said simply.
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Re: [F!LW/F!Courier/Charon] Never Forget Who We Are [5/?]
Date: 2012-09-30 06:05 am (UTC)------------
By the time they made it into Freeside, Cathy, Boone, and Charon were all tired enough for a nice, long rest. Of course, Cathy was the only one who voiced that, but she could tell her companions were keeping back heavy breathing and signs of fatigue.
She wouldn’t tell.
As she half-stumbled into the Atomic Wrangler, she got an amused but non-judgmental look from the man she rented a room from and only after collapsing on the bed did she realise why that might be.
And then she shrugged it off. This wasn’t the kind of place most people stayed at just for sleep, after all.
And somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what sort of person she was, if it took her so long to make that connection.
Or maybe she was just too tired to. It felt odd, not knowing herself, not understanding what sort of person she is.
Or maybe that was just her tired mind not working as well as it could.
Hell, either way.
“Charon?” she finally asked, looking over at the man, who had seated himself on the floor.
“Hm?” the ghoul responded.
“What kind of person am I? You travelled with me for so long...”
“Well, kid, you were... you are a good person. You did not always do the right thing, but you did it for the right reasons.”
She smiled at that. “What else?”
“You were not the best in a fight. And you were clever. And you... loved your father.”
“My father?”
He just shrugged, deciding to leave it at that. It wasn’t his place, he felt, to talk about her father, about the reason she walked so far and for so long in any direction that seemed like it would take her far enough away. That, and he was never very good at talking, and he felt he’d done enough of it.
Boone, who had been listening curiously, looked over at her, then, just in time to see a tear slide down her face.
“Are you crying?” the sniper asked her.
“No,” she said, and then wiped her eye. “Oh. Yes I am. That’s odd.”
“Are you all right?”
She nodded. “I can’t think of a reason for me to cry,” she said simply.
I can, Charon thought, but kept quiet.