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Moon Rise - Ch 7/8
Date: 2013-02-09 04:03 am (UTC)Diaz gave up after the dogs attacked, mutilating his leg enough he had to be helped along. He did not go toward the nearest town, but sat down on a ridge overlooking the stretched out plains of the Wasteland and the brilliant red sunset. James tried to get him to keep going, but he told him the truth about his past: All the future held for him was a Slavers death when the guys from Paradise Falls or the Brotherhood of Steel found him. The former would think he had skipped out on them and the latter would take him down for his Karma.
The doctor nodded, not judging him for his past but because of the help he had given as they crossed miles of the Capital Wasteland for another man's dream. He could have vanished into the townships they had come across but he had not done it, sticking with a potentially lost cause. The former Slaver had to be helped to the perfect vantage point so he could enjoy the sunset, offering a strange explanation for his choice.
"I feel like that's all for me," he replied, gesturing the the violet and crimson dappled earth. "How do I beat that? When would it ever be better? I can't explain it. I don't have the words, brother." A little trickle of moisture escaped his left eye, but they both pretended not to notice. "My first name is James."
The man who had crossed the Wastes on a promise and a dream smiled and stepped forward to shake his hand. "James Ottway."
Diaz managed a laugh at his own expense. "Of course that's your name. Thank you, James. Thank you. And good luck."
The doctor was most of the way down the nearby hill when he heard the first sound of scrambling paws and low growling. He was already too far to help his travelling companion, but part of him wanted to go back to say he tried. So many people had died because he had tried, but not hard enough... not fast enough... not smart enough... not well enough. he shut his eyes and thought of Catherine before one last gunshot echoed through the air and he knew James Diaz was dead.