[The Lone Wanderer nods once, grimly. But her lips quiver just a bit.]
Everywhere looks like that. Bombed-out ruins. Wasteland. Humanity is rebuilding, but it's... hard. And so many people won't get to see a better future. [Like her father.]
...If... if my mun finishes her work, I'll be there, too. In the Arena.
It'd be nice to meet someone good at heart. They seem a little hard-to-find, you know?
['Cause hoo boy. When your experience with people is a band of mercs who want you dead, people wanting you to solve their problems, and a bunch of fascists? "Good at heart" would be heaven-sent.]
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I'm terribly sorry.
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[He looks at her with terrible compassion.]
I know.
Your home...?
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Everywhere looks like that. Bombed-out ruins. Wasteland. Humanity is rebuilding, but it's... hard. And so many people won't get to see a better future. [Like her father.]
...If... if my mun finishes her work, I'll be there, too. In the Arena.
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[The words are terribly inadequate, but heartfelt all the same.]
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[Bruce gets a quick, almost sad-looking little smile of gratitude.] Maybe- maybe some good will come of it. Not the fighting, but... the people.
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['Cause hoo boy. When your experience with people is a band of mercs who want you dead, people wanting you to solve their problems, and a bunch of fascists? "Good at heart" would be heaven-sent.]
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[... yeah wow. Unfortunately that place that everyone is trying to kill you might not be the best place there.]