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Nick Valentine and his main quests
ALL FOR GATHERING INFO ON ALL PAGES THAT CAN BE REFERENCED // Triggermen dialogue needed, they were expecting Darla and Skinny - also they give exposition on 114 (acquired technically) // Dino's dialogue and Mama Murphy dialogue too //

The Sole Survivor: "What's the deal with you people and Nick, anyway?" Nick Valentine: "Darla's a runaway. Her father wanted me to bring her back home. Turns out she skipped town to be with my old pal, Skinny Malone. Mob boss. Never thought he'd manage to scrape together a big enough crew to take over a Vault. Guess life's full of surprises." Skinny Malone: "Hey, who's running this show, here? You got something to say, say it to me."

The Sole Survivor: "Look at yourself. Darla is playing you for a sap. You're better than this. You're better than her." Skinny Malone: "You're...you're right. Things have gone nothin' but south since she walked into my life." Darla: "What are you talkin' about Skinny?" Skinny Malone: "I'm sayin' you're draggin' me and this whole operation down a bad road, toots. We're through." Darla: "Well, fine then! I'm going back home. I don't need you, you fat ass!" Skinny Malone: "They always gotta hit you where it hurts... Now what am I gonna do about you two? I know. I'm gonna give you until the count of ten. I still see your ugly faces after that, I'm gonna start shooting until there ain't no more bullets left in this whole Vault!" Skinny Malone: "One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten!" Nick Valentine: "We better get outta here. Fast." (Skinny Malone, Nick Valentine's dialogue, and Darla's dialogue)

MobsterTaunter: How you doing in there Valentine? Feeling hungry? Want a snack? Nick Valentine: "Keep talking, meat head. It'll give Skinny Malone more time to think about how he's going to bump you off." MobsterTaunter: Don't give me that crap, Valentine. You know nothin'. You got nothin'. Nick Valentine: "Really? I saw him writing your name down in that black book of his. "Lousy cheating card shark" I think were his exact words. Then he struck the name across three times." MobsterTaunter: Three strikes? In the black book? But I never... Oh no... I gotta smoothe this over! Fast!

Nick Valentine: "Hey, you. I don't know who you are, but we got three minutes before ole' muscles-for-brains comes back. Get this door open."

Nick Valentine: "Hey, you. I don't know who you are, but we got three minutes before they realize muscles-for brains ain't coming back. Get this door open."

Nick Valentine: ''"Gotta love the irony of the reverse damsel-in-distress scenario. Question is, why did our heroine risk life and limb for an old private eye?

Nick Valentine: ''"Ah, my knight-in-shining-armor. But the question is, why does he come all this way, risk life and limb, for an old private eye?

What... are you? Told you. I'm a detective. Look, I know the skin and the metal parts ain't comforting, but it's not important right now. The only thing that matters is why you went to all this trouble to cut me loose.

My son Shaun is missing. He was kidnapped, but I don't know who took him, or where they went. A missing kid, huh? Well, you came to the right man. If not the right place. I've been cooped up in here for weeks. Turns out the runaway daughter I came here to find wasn't kidnapped. She's Skinny Malone's new flame, and she's got a mean streak. Anyway, you got troubles, and I'm glad to help. But now ain't the time. Let's blow this joint. Then we'll talk.

Tracking a murderer. The bastard who shot my wife. Took my son. I don't even have a clue who he is or where he's gone. So, you need a little angel of vengeance, huh? Well, I don't usually go after blood money, but I guess I can make an exception. I've been cooped up in here for weeks. Turns out the runaway daughter I came here to find wasn't kidnapped. She's Skinny Malone's new flame, and she's got a mean streak. Anyway, you got troubles, and I'm glad to help. But now ain't the time. Let's blow this joint. Then we'll talk.

I need you to find someone, but it's... complicated. I don't exactly know where they could be, or how long they've been gone. Well, I've done jobs with less. Somehow "nice and simple" never makes it onto the menu in my world. I've been cooped up in here for weeks. Turns out the runaway daughter I came here to find wasn't kidnapped. She's Skinny Malone's new flame, and she's got a mean streak. Anyway, you got troubles, and I'm glad to help. But now ain't the time. Let's blow this joint. Then we'll talk.

Nick's humor Nick Valentine: "Malone's crew here used to be small time, muscled out of the old neighborhood by bigger players. Until they found this place." "Don't know what happened to the previous owners, but they're not exactly around to charge rent. An empty vault. Perfect hideout. Hold up! I hear some of them coming." "Nice and quiet. You keep this up, you'll make a name for yourself. Not a good name, mind you, but who cares?" "Hard and loud, huh? Well, it gets the job done. Too bad for whoever cleans up the floors..." "This door's on the fritz. Let me see if I can get it open... Almost got it... there we are. Hell of a lot easier to do when the lock isn't on the other side..." "More stairs? Who built this damn Vault, a fitness instructor?" "Skinny Malone and the rest of his boys are waiting for us, somewhere. The name's, uh, ironic, but don't let that fool you. He's dangerous." ''"Another locked door. Shouldn't be too hard... Okay, I got it, but I hear big, fat footsteps on the other side. Once we step through this door, get ready for anything."'' (Nick Valentine's dialogue)

// See above //

Ah, look at that Commonwealth sky. Never thought anything so naturally ominous could end up looking so inviting... Thanks for getting me out. How did you know where to find me, anyway? Not many people knew where I went... Just what are you Nick? You really don't know? I'm a synth. Synthetic man. All the parts, minus a few red blood cells. I got built, I got old, I got tossed. Then I opened up that little agency in Diamond City and turns out people have plenty of problems to solve. Now, you mentioned something about a missing person. No trace of where they've gone. I want you to come to my office in Diamond City. Give me all the details. Besides, I think you've earned a chance to sit down and clear your head.

Ah, look at that Commonwealth sky. Never thought anything so naturally ominous could end up looking so inviting... Ready to talk? How'd you know to find me down in that old Vault? Your secretary, Ellie. She sent me. She did? I should give her a raise. I want you to come to my office in Diamond City. Give me all the details. Besides, I think you've earned a chance to sit down and clear your head.

You said Diamond City, right? Yeah, you know the way? Southwest a few blocks. My office is in the back alleys, with the neon heart sign out front.

I have my ways. Really? Well, I'm glad those ways included shooting down mobsters. Wasn't looking forward to haunting that place. I want you to come to my office in Diamond City. Give me all the details. Besides, I think you've earned a chance to sit down and clear your head.

That's not important. All right, wise guy/doll. Keep your secrets.|Stern}} I want you to come to my office in Diamond City. Give me all the details. Besides, I think you've earned a chance to sit down and clear your head.

I appreciate it, but a good Samaritan in these parts is liable to end up on the wrong side of a loaded gun. I should know.

That's right. Synthetic Man. All the parts, minus a few red blood cells. I got built, I got old, I got tossed. Then I opened up my detective agency, and turns out people got problems that need solving.

Hope that's not going to be a problem, because there's not much I can do about it, if it is. Now since you know about me, why don't you return the favor. What brought you out all this way?

Why'd they let you in? Because I'd rescued the mayor's daughter. Gal of about fifteen, pride and joy of the mayor back then, man by the name of Henry Roberts. The young miss Roberts decided she'd run off with some caravan hand she'd known for an evening. Turns out the guy was part of a gang of kidnappers. I didn't even know who I was rescuing, just stumbled on a crying girl and four toughs. I took her home and the Mayor dubbed me a hero, offered me a place in town. Lots of folks protested, said I was a spy, but he wouldn't have it. Taking up in the city was tricky at first, but I never tried to hide what I was and people seemed to warm to that.

Why would you want to live among bigots like that? Couldn't really blame them, given the circumstances. But folks sure started turning the other cheek when I showed up with the mayor's daughter. Gal of about fifteen, pride and joy of the mayor back then, man by the name of Henry Roberts. The young miss Roberts decided she'd run off with some caravan hand she'd known for an evening. Turns out the guy was part of a gang of kidnappers. I didn't even know who I was rescuing, just stumbled on a crying girl and four toughs. I took her home and the Mayor dubbed me a hero, offered me a place in town. Lots of folks protested, said I was a spy, but he wouldn't have it. Taking up in the city was tricky at first, but I never tried to hide what I was and people seemed to warm to that.

You took down four guys by yourself? Didn't have to. Back then synths were even more of an unknown quantity than they are today. I told them I was rigged to explode and started going "beep, beep, beep." Hardest part of that rescue was keeping from laughing as they climbed over each other to get away.

You're not a spy, right? Testing. Testing. Hello, Institute can you hear me? Hell if I know. If I am, the Institute's plan to gather intel on all the runaways of the Commonwealth has been going off without a hitch.

Was it hard settling in? They sure didn't make it easy. I started off doing the jobs no one else wanted. I got more banged up being Diamond City's handyman than I ever did living out in the ruins. But I guess folks never forgot I rescued the Mayor's daughter, so they started coming to me when people went missing. Wife runs off with a new paramour and takes the rent money with her? Talk to the Synth. An upset father decides moving him and the kids to Goodneighbor in the dead of night's not the worst damn idea since the bomb? Go get Nick. After a while, the jobs got so backed up, they didn't even ask me to do the handyman stuff anymore. Hell, I was so happy to do it, it was months before I started charging anyone. I never stopped being Nick the Synth, but it was Nick the detective folks came to see. It was about then that things, things finally started feeling normal. It took me a long time to realize that home is where you make it. With some time and effort, this place can be home for you, too. Long story, but I hope it helps. You wanna get moving?

Why would you stay in a place where you clearly weren't wanted? There were times I seriously considered going. I started off doing the jobs no one else wanted. I got more banged up being Diamond City's handyman than I ever did living out in the ruins. But I guess folks never forgot I rescued the Mayor's daughter, so they started coming to me when people went missing. Wife runs off with a new paramour and takes the rent money with her? Talk to the Synth. An upset father decides moving him and the kids to Goodneighbor in the dead of night's not the worst damn idea since the bomb? Go get Nick. After a while, the jobs got so backed up, they didn't even ask me to do the handyman stuff anymore. Hell, I was so happy to do it, it was months before I started charging anyone. I never stopped being Nick the Synth, but it was Nick the detective folks came to see. It was about then that things, things finally started feeling normal. It took me a long time to realize that home is where you make it. With some time and effort, this place can be home for you, too. Long story, but I hope it helps. You wanna get moving?

I think we ought to talk. Is something the matter? You sound upset. What? Oh, no, no. We've just been traveling a while now, and I figured there hasn't exactly been equitable distribution of information. I've gotten a decent glimpse into your dirty laundry, but you still don't really know a whole heck of a lot about me. I figured I'd offer to balance the board. So, there anything you want to know?

Wait? You're a robot? What else have you been keeping from me? Ha. Well, I'm not sure if anyone told you, but there's been a war. Nothing big. I think we'll bounce back just fine.

I do what's needed. Well, you certainly seem to judge "doing good" pretty high on your list of necessities. Well, I expect you're about as bored as can be listening to me rattle my skeletons. We should probably head out.

If you're good to people, they'll be good back. That's something I've always believed. Couldn't agree more. Well, I expect you're about as bored as can be listening to me rattle my skeletons. We should probably head out. Well, I expect you're about as bored as can be listening to me rattle my skeletons. We should probably head out.

Hey. You, uh, got a sec? Does bashful mode come standard on all synths or did you have to pay extra for that? Heh. No. Only on me. And I suppose that's sort of the issue.

You alright, Nick? I wouldn't normally bother ya with this sort of thing, but... well, I know I can trust you at this point. For as long as I can remember, I've been getting these... flashes. Memories of places I've never been. Things I've never seen. Memories of Nick's. They're not bad. They're just... They're just this inescapable reminder. That I'm not the person I think I am. That I'm not a person at all. I'm just a machine, pretending to be human.

What kind of memories? Everything. Old cases. Old loves. I've found myself running background on cases only to realize everyone involved's been dead for 200 years.

Someone your age should be happy to have any memories at all, let alone a spare set. Heh. I suppose so. But having to juggle my memories and all Nick's baggage, it makes things tough sometimes. Don't get me wrong. I know I'm in Nick's debt. These memories, they've kept me alive. Nick was a hell of a cop, a guy with good instincts, and a good heart. I always counted myself lucky they didn't load me up with some ex-con or whatever type might volunteer to let folks tinker with their gray matter. But it's thanks to Nick that I pass for human. Why I get to live cushy in Diamond City and every other synth is shot on sight. I know I got it good, but... my entire life I owe to Nick. Everything that makes me who I am - my judgment, my speech, hell, even my name - they're his. And I can't do a damn thing about it because without them... without them I'm nothing. A shell. All I want is a life where I have something I can call my own.

You think. You feel. You're more than pretending, Nick. Nice of you to say, but your kind don't usually have to deal with someone else's whole life trapped inside their skulls. Don't get me wrong. I know I'm in Nick's debt. These memories, they've kept me alive. Nick was a hell of a cop, a guy with good instincts, and a good heart. I always counted myself lucky they didn't load me up with some ex-con or whatever type might volunteer to let folks tinker with their gray matter. But it's thanks to Nick that I pass for human. Why I get to live cushy in Diamond City and every other synth is shot on sight. I know I got it good, but... my entire life I owe to Nick. Everything that makes me who I am - my judgment, my speech, hell, even my name - they're his. And I can't do a damn thing about it because without them... without them I'm nothing. A shell. All I want is a life where I have something I can call my own.

Is there any way we could separate you and Nick? Don't think I haven't tried. Lost near a month of my life last time I mustered up the courage to let someone play brain surgeon on me. No, this is how is it's gonna be. Living with another man's name... another man's life. Player Default: You've already built a life for yourself, Nick. You've got the agency. A home. Friends.

We could give you a new name. Would that help? I got it! Crumble-bot! 3000! Heh. Well, I suppose it's the thought that counts... You know, I'm just going to need some time to think on this. I appreciate you hearing me out. You're, you're a real good friend. Thanks.

You've already built a life for yourself, Nick. You've got the agency. A home. Friends. Heh. I mean, you're not wrong... You know, I'm just going to need some time to think on this. I appreciate you hearing me out. You're, you're a real good friend. Thanks.

You know, there is this chunk of Nick Valentine history I've been hoping to put a bow on for a while now. I could use a hand, if you're willing to take a crack at it?

// note: prompt not one dialogue page // What kind of history are we talking here? This one's straight out of the archives. Once upon a time in the land of Boston, there lived a king of organized crime. Eddie Winter. He was a bad man who did a lot of bad things. Hurt a lot of innocent people. But he knew the end was coming. So he sealed himself inside a personal shelter, located underneath the sub shop he used as a headquarters.

An evil king in a sub shop? Does a meatball monster show up at some point? From what I've heard, the pastrami golem is the one you really have to watch for... Anyway, if you're done being a wise-ass... The story gets even more twisted. The arrogant bastard wanted to cheat death. Live forever... So he could come out of that shelter someday, into this brave new world. Sound familiar? Only Eddie didn't want to be a frozen banana. No cryo sleep for him. No, he invested his money in some sick, crazy radiation experiment.

// note: prompt not one dialogue page // There's more to this, isn't there? The story gets even more twisted. The arrogant bastard wanted to cheat death. Live forever... So he could come out of that shelter someday, into this brave new world. Sound familiar? Only Eddie didn't want to be a frozen banana. No cryo sleep for him. No, he invested his money in some sick, crazy radiation experiment.

You've really done your homework on this guy. I have. And I uncovered a doozy. Eddie Winter went and turned himself into a Ghoul. Two-hundred years before it was fashionable. Hell, he was probably the first one. And I'm convinced that he's still locked inside that shelter. Safe and sound. Ready to come out, and begin his evil reign all over again. I'm going to find him, and kill him, so that never happens. You in?

I don't get it Nick. Why kill Eddie Winter, even if he is still alive? This sounds like some kind of vendetta. I've got memories. Of a... of a girl. My girl. They're not really my memories, I know that. They're Nick's. But the girl... she was real. She was beautiful, and innocent... And Winter killed her. Now he's got to pay the price. So, knowing that... are you in?

All right, Nick. Let's get the bad guy. You're a good man./Good... Now... I know where Winter's vault is. But the door is sealed with a complex numerical code. Lucky for us, Winter's arrogance knew no bounds. Back in the day, he recorded 10 holotapes, incriminating different criminal associates. On each one, he hid a single number. We find all of those holotapes, we get all the numbers. We get all the numbers... we get the code. And then we get Winter. I've been putting together a file on this one for a while now. There's a pair of holotapes in here worth listening to... ...including one of Winter's that I managed to snatch from the Cambridge Police evidence lock-up before getting swarmed by Ferals. On my way out the door, I spotted an active evidence terminal. I'll bet my hat that terminal is the key to finding the rest of the tapes. Probably worth revisiting any police departments you may have stumbled across in your travels, as well.

I don't know, Nick. Sounds a bit like cold-blooded murder. Who says it ain't? But I don't have to be human to know that sometimes the only way to end evil is to kill it. Now... I know where Winter's vault is. But the door is sealed with a complex numerical code. Lucky for us, Winter's arrogance knew no bounds. Back in the day, he recorded 10 holotapes, incriminating different criminal associates. On each one, he hid a single number. We find all of those holotapes, we get all the numbers. We get all the numbers... we get the code. And then we get Winter. I've been putting together a file on this one for a while now. There's a pair of holotapes in here worth listening to... ...including one of Winter's that I managed to snatch from the Cambridge Police evidence lock-up before getting swarmed by Ferals. On my way out the door, I spotted an active evidence terminal. I'll bet my hat that terminal is the key to finding the rest of the tapes. Probably worth revisiting any police departments you may have stumbled across in your travels, as well.

// Long Time Coming //

Taking down Winter was a big deal. Are you doing alright? I don't know. It's a lot to take in. The last proof outside of some long lost Institute archive I was ever just a mechanical copy of some cop from a bygone era. I'm not sure how to feel.

Now all we have to worry about is zombie Eddie coming to seek revenge. Heh. I'm pretty sure that was zombie Eddie we took care of back there. But regardless of form... The last proof outside of some long lost Institute archive I was ever just a mechanical copy of some cop from a bygone era. I'm not sure how to feel.

I'm glad I could help. It seems like it meant a lot to you. You don't know the half of it. Winter was it, the only reminder left of the original Nick Valentine. The last proof outside of some long lost Institute archive I was ever just a mechanical copy of some cop from a bygone era. I'm not sure how to feel.

What was it you were expecting? I just thought this would fix things. But it's not that easy. Because I WAS Nick Valentine. I had his memories. His fears. All that poor bastard's hope. I remember getting the call to head to some lab in Cambridge to get that neurotrans-whatever. And the next thing I know, I'm in a trash heap, my family, my home, my entire life, gone. Then I discover, all those things, they weren't even mine. Everything I ever was belonged to Nick. I'd hoped with Winter gone, the last hint of that old world snuffed out, I could finally be free. But being out here with you, what I finally realized after all this time was that taking down Winter, it wasn't about Nick or Jenny or even you or me. It was about justice, about doing what's right. And that act of goodness, that's ours. All the good we've done. That's ours and ours alone. And even if that's the only thing in this world I can ever claim as mine, not Nick's, not the Institute's, but mine, then I can die happy. And none of it would have ever happened if it weren't for you. I'm not sure I'll ever be to thank you for that.

Don't you see, Nick? You're finally free. There is no "other Nick" anymore. Just you. I wish it was that easy. But it's not. Because I WAS Nick Valentine. I had his memories. His fears. All that poor bastard's hope. I remember getting the call to head to some lab in Cambridge to get that neurotrans-whatever. And the next thing I know, I'm in a trash heap, my family, my home, my entire life, gone. Then I discover, all those things, they weren't even mine. Everything I ever was belonged to Nick. I'd hoped with Winter gone, the last hint of that old world snuffed out, I could finally be free. But being out here with you, what I finally realized after all this time was that taking down Winter, it wasn't about Nick or Jenny or even you or me. It was about justice, about doing what's right. And that act of goodness, that's ours. All the good we've done. That's ours and ours alone. And even if that's the only thing in this world I can ever claim as mine, not Nick's, not the Institute's, but mine, then I can die happy. And none of it would have ever happened if it weren't for you. I'm not sure I'll ever be to thank you for that.

This was selfish, Nick. You had us kill a man just so you could find some closure? No. No, killing Winter was never going to bring me closure. Because I WAS Nick Valentine. I had his memories. His fears. All that poor bastard's hope. I remember getting the call to head to some lab in Cambridge to get that neurotrans-whatever. And the next thing I know, I'm in a trash heap, my family, my home, my entire life, gone. Then I discover, all those things, they weren't even mine. Everything I ever was belonged to Nick. I'd hoped with Winter gone, the last hint of that old world snuffed out, I could finally be free. But being out here with you, what I finally realized after all this time was that taking down Winter, it wasn't about Nick or Jenny or even you or me. It was about justice, about doing what's right. And that act of goodness, that's ours. All the good we've done. That's ours and ours alone. And even if that's the only thing in this world I can ever claim as mine, not Nick's, not the Institute's, but mine, then I can die happy. And none of it would have ever happened if it weren't for you. I'm not sure I'll ever be to thank you for that.

Does it really matter? Winter, Jenny, Valentine. They're gone. We're here. We get to make the world what we want. You're right. It just took me until now to realize it. Because I WAS Nick Valentine. I had his memories. His fears. All that poor bastard's hope. I remember getting the call to head to some lab in Cambridge to get that neurotrans-whatever. And the next thing I know, I'm in a trash heap, my family, my home, my entire life, gone. Then I discover, all those things, they weren't even mine. Everything I ever was belonged to Nick. I'd hoped with Winter gone, the last hint of that old world snuffed out, I could finally be free. But being out here with you, what I finally realized after all this time was that taking down Winter, it wasn't about Nick or Jenny or even you or me. It was about justice, about doing what's right. And that act of goodness, that's ours. All the good we've done. That's ours and ours alone. And even if that's the only thing in this world I can ever claim as mine, not Nick's, not the Institute's, but mine, then I can die happy. And none of it would have ever happened if it weren't for you. I'm not sure I'll ever be to thank you for that.

You don't have to, Nick. We're friends. This is what friends do. You can't stop being noble, now can you? Well, come on. We're not helping anyone standing around here.

But please feel free to try. Caps, armaments, real estate. Ha! Wise to the end. Well, come on. We're not helping anyone standing around here.

So now that Winter's gone, what's next? My plan was to keep things going as is. I hope yours is the same. Well, come on. We're not helping anyone standing around here.

I'd ask you to make an appointment, but I'm not the one with the secretary. Well, it's... you're the only person I've met in this world who really seemed like they could rise above it. Not give into the cruelty, the violence. But recently, it seems like this place, it's finally getting it claws into you. You're giving in. And I don't think it suits you. Or for that matter, us.

I'm sorry, Nick. I have been letting this place affect me. But that stops now. Thank you. I understand as good as any, to err is human, but if you want to keep this thing going... I need you to lay off the heavy hand when you're dealing with people, start treating them with respect. You do that, then you and me, we'll be good.

Can we talk, as... well, let's talk. What's wrong, Nick? It's just, we've been traveling for a while now, and I thought, I thought I had you pegged. That you weren't the type to give the cruelty and the violence of the Commonwealth a free pass. That you were someone willing to stand up for good. Now I'm watching that all fade away. It feels like we're back to square one. And if this keeps up, I don't know how much longer I'll be around.

Can we fix this? Of course. I just need you to remember relying on bloodshed and intimidation, that's not how we do things. At least, it wasn't.

I'm sorry, Nick. From here on out, I'll turn things around. That's real good to hear. I want you to know this comes from a place of respect. But if things keep going like this, you're gonna need to start looking for a new partner.

We need to talk. About how this is going. What do you mean? Going like what? Like how you've been behaving of late. I want you to know I appreciate the things you've done for me. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stand idly by while you play "escaped inmate" with the people of the Commonwealth. So let me lay it out straight. If ya still want my help, then you've got to change.

What is it that needs changing? Look, I'm not asking you to hang up your guns. Far from it. But when it comes to dealing with Joe and Jane Commonwealth, all the cruelty, intimidation, and fear, it has to stop. That's not how I do business and neither should you.

I'm sorry. I'll make this right. I appreciate it, but you're not going to fix this with talk. You either start acting the part or you're gonna have to find a new partner.

You'd be a trash can inside Skinny Malone's pleasure vault if it weren't for me. And don't think I'll forget it. You pulled me out of some hot water. But I'm not going to sit here while you throw someone else in the pot. Just lay off the heavy hand and we won't have any more problems.

Hey. Hold your horses for a second. I owe you an apology. Sure, Nick. What're you apologizing for? It's just, I feel like I did you a disservice. Some of our prior conversations to the contrary, I'm not usually one for long sob stories. So I'll keep this brief. I was worried you might be giving into the callousness, the brutality a place like the Commonwealth brings out. Well, I'm not worried anymore. I'm sorry... I'm sorry I ever doubted you.

So we're alright? Better. It's good to have you back... partner.

I'm sorry it was ever an issue. Water under the bridge. It's good to have you back... partner.

Welcome home! Operation Winter's End We are done

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