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Waltzing Mathilda 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

She was surprised at how little it actually hurt. Her fingers closed around the last thing left of him, a farewell gift.

“I’m sorry, darling, but I can’t...”
“I know.” She ran a hand down his cheek.
“Sure you don’t wanna come along?”
Marisa shook her head. “It’s too late for that, John.”
“Sure.” Cassidy rubbed his hand down his face. “I... I wish there was something I could say.”
“There’s no need.”
“At least I promise you I’ll be back.”
“Don’t promise things you can’t keep.”
“Hey. I am coming back. I just need to... stretch my legs, you know.”
“You know where to find me.”

He leaned forward and kissed her again. “I’ll be back, darling. In a month or so...” Then he took a deep breath. “But... I know how the Wasteland can be.” He dug into a pocket and produced a small envelope that he handed to her. “Here. It was my sister’s, the last thing left of her. She lost it when the slavers took her, and I’ve kept it ever since. Give it to her. Sharon would’ve wanted for someone to be glad about it, I’m sure.” With that, he handed her a necklace with a pendant, a small rose of enamel inlaid in gold.
Marisa closed her hands around it and smiled. “It is beautiful.”
“Yeah, as beautiful as the little one is. Give it to her if I... you know.”
Marisa nodded and with little else left to say, Cassidy finally shrugged and shouldered his gun. “I’ll be back, darling."

She watched him go, the fingers closed around the necklace, and watched until the last dust his feet had kicked up had settled on the horizon. Only then did she turn around and ducked back into the low, dimly lit cabin where their infant daughter was asleep in her cradle. Marisa looked at the necklace again and slowly, lowered it into the cradle beside the little girl’s head, crowned with fuzzy red hair. Her father’s hair, for Marisa was as dark as a raven’s feather.
“At least he’s finally given you a name”, she whispered to her daughter who remained oblivious to her pain.

Re: Waltzing Mathilda 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Anon fail. Let's try this again: I just recently finished FO2 again and the first time Cass told me her backstory my mind went like "wait what tribal woman? MY tribal perhaps?". Good stuff anon FO2 doesn't get enough love here (well it is kinda old, but still very worth playing)

Re: Waltzing Mathilda 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Can't tell you how much I loved this.
FO2 still reigns as the game I've played most obsessively and for longest, in nearly 20 years of gaming. I played it continuously for about 2 years! And knew so much about it I even thought of publishing an online walkthrough, since the other walkthroughs (way back then) were missing a few things. Forgotten most of it now, of course.
Anyway, it's lovely to read a story about John Cassidy. It made me put on Hank Williams' Ramblin' Man :)

Re: Waltzing Mathilda 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

I enjoyed this very much. So true. I've always thought this of Cass. Thanks for sharing this story with us.