Forum:Dialogue Project (Fallout 3 & New Vegas)/example


 * "Denver hounds?" Denver's far to the East - Legion territory.
 * "Ulysses." Not the myth. You're honoring history, not stories.
 * ...Bear's too busy carving up the Mojave with knives, roads, borders, and how things {emph}should be to see how it {emph}is.
 * ...back again. Left that crater behind. Got a few holotapes left, ones from the medical center.
 * ...but maybe a past deeper, farther than that to a place where this... {beat}God really exists.
 * ...but once found, it was all Caesar could see. That, and the flag beyond it, another symbol, big enough to challenge him.
 * ...carry it on your back, and wear it proudly when you stand at Hoover Dam.
 * ...it is a dangerous belief. {Beat}Needs to be silenced before their belief spreads.
 * ...just as I followed you, to the end. Whatever your symbol...
 * ...markings like the flag on my back. When I {emph}followed your road to the Divide those years ago, I saw the symbol I wore all around me.
 * ...or your face on a robot servant, smiling forever in a dead casino. There's future in neither.
 * ...while every knot in their braids spoke of raping, violence - and ignorance of what the knots {emph}meant. They thought to show respect... defiled it.
 * ...yet they had cared once. Before forgetting their history.
 * A question one could have asked you not long ago, before walking the road West into the storms.
 * A warning, though - the Legate, Lanius. Whether Caesar stands or not, Lanius will come.
 * After that, it will fall as any culture bred on war, on forward momentum. It will falter, collapse.
 * After this, only one flag will remain over the Mojave. Let that one fly, or destroy itself.
 * All right. Done with words, then, won't get you where you need to go.
 * All roads lead back to one's home. Not your birthplace maybe, but home.
 * All the while, they were looking to cast our history on the fire. And did. Another tribe, consumed by the Bull - nothing left.
 * Already heard you once, long ago and loud enough for history to hear. Tired of your messages.
 * An Old World symbol. Strong, to survive here - its people, strong. {"Maybe," low}Outlast the Bear, outlast the Bull. Promise of something better.
 * An ending. To this road, you and I. First, you need to find your way. At the end, I'll be waiting.{No sound file}
 * And I would never have discovered the Divide without you.
 * And as I watched, studied the people. The flag, markings. Thought perhaps... if I got rid of the Bear... what you had given life to might come again.
 * And beyond it... saw the rest of the Old World hell there, all carved up like garden plots. Had to see what was there, couldn't leave it be.
 * And for you... you'll want to see your home one last time, see what happened.
 * And if your eyes try to make sense of it when you reach it... {cold, downnote}home's not what it was.
 * And just as the Divide tears at them, so they tear at each other, for sport - like some tribal scarification. {Beat, to himself, referring to Legion origins}Falling back to their history, maybe.
 * And knowing that you believe in the Bear's sickness and have given it strength... then that gives more reason to lay waste to your homeland.
 * And the Bull... when the Legion reaches the sea, it will turn on itself and die.
 * And the Divide is the reason no Legion has been seen. None belong to Caesar. Not in this place.
 * And the Divide, one of the roads to it - Legion was tasked with cutting that artery. If you can't kill the Bear in one stroke, bleed it, starve it.
 * And there... there was an Old World facility, a weather station, at the edge, still raking the sky with electricity and generators.
 * And there... you and I, we'll have an ending to things.
 * And they told me I had already been there. I and one other, walking right out of history deeper than we knew.
 * And when I saw the Divide you made, I saw a second chance, a new way of thinking. {Beat}My world - no longer the East.
 * And when they woke up, it was like all of history waking up at once. Almost didn't make it out. {Beat, quiet}Almost. Left with answers I never intended.
 * And where the Bear tries to cling to life, the Legion comes... bearing messages. Some brought by blade. Others... by Couriers.
 * Any more recipes you can teach?
 * Any more recipes.. or histories... you can teach?
 * Any recipes you can teach?
 * Area looks like it was hit with earthquakes... or underground detonations.
 * As I said before... it's of no consequence. Never intended you to find them, never intended you to {emph}hear them.
 * As they were talking... kept seeing the Courier's shadow behind them, giving each their words weight. History cast aside... a home, left behind.
 * As vicious as the storms are, these shadows of Legion, of NCR - {"they are"}silhouettes of things to come.
 * As you defend it now?
 * At the end of the Divide, through the trenches and wreckage - that's where you'll find me. My new home, here, amongst dead men.{No sound file}
 * At the end of the High Road lies Ashton - its silo.
 * Back to symbols and history, then. Hard to kill... like Couriers.
 * Be a slower death for the Mojave than bombs and fire... but they'll come for its people, from where they least expect - below.
 * Bear made its shadow felt here, more than I could handle. Heavy guard, watchful. I watched, waited.
 * Before you... this is the {emph}edge of the Divide. Ahead lies your work, the history you burned in the earth. {Beat, emph}What you brought to the people here.
 * Better off saving ammo.
 * Big Empty - there's something hidden there, a crater, past wind and sand - so deep in the desert, there's no turning back.
 * Both. {Snarls}Why do you care.
 * But everything in Vegas speaks of someone who can't let go.
 * But no, the Legion will burn as well. Without the West to challenge it... its shore will be closer than before. It will feed on itself, die.
 * But the White Legs... they couldn't live on their own, like most scavengers. So gave them purpose - turned their hunger into a weapon.
 * But you struck first, shattered the ground, and let your home burn instead. Nearly killed me. And everyone here, walking or still.
 * But... it may not matter. Even if we lay down our weapons, the Divide... it still stands against us.
 * Caesar had him burned and cast into the earth, into the largest canyon you've ever seen. Watched the flames trail all the way to the bottom.
 * Caesar had him burned and cast into the earth, into the largest canyon you've ever seen. Watched the flames trail all the way to the bottom.
 * Caesar respects such strength, I told them. That - that was truth, even if "strength" wasn't the word. {Correcting}Obedience.
 * Caesar taught them the last one, though, so that's it for them. Recipe still exists, Legion uses it on forced marches with wounded soldiers.
 * Caesar was right to want it dead. NCR was right to want to rake their claws in it.
 * Caesar's orders to the Frumentarii were to watch for him, find Graham. Kill him. {Beat}Didn't try. Could've, no good would have come of it.
 * Caesar's orders. Some time before I realized the why of it. {Beat}Wasn't just you. {Emph}All couriers.
 * Called it Bitter Drink, mixed up the Xander and Broc in a bottle, added some kick to it so your head doesn't get all clouded.
 * Came for no other reason than you were curious, restless - always have been. {Beat}Had to know the why of it - {Beat}now, I'll show you.
 * Can do that and one better... {looking around}just enough around to mix some. Here - might make the Twin Mothers' history live a little longer, you carrying it.
 * Can you tell me again what you're doing here?
 * Cast it and the tapes aside... weren't worth the words anyway, not like I'd forget what happened.
 * Circle Junction. Reno. Vault City. Word of you at Fort Aradesh... Fort Abandon. Even further West than that, Brahmin drives on the Big Circle.
 * Clearing the chamber?
 * Comes back, I'll be ready.
 * Comes down to perspective, how far one's walked, and what they've left behind.
 * Couldn't let NCR stay in the Divide. Trade route, road the military could use... can't have two roads into the Mojave.
 * Courier'll show soon.
 * Crude, effective - like the blades they carry, distant mirrors of their Legate. A symbol they can hold on to - while the Divide tears at them.
 * Depends what history has to say about them. There's a lot the land can provide... if you know the road that led to it.
 * Didn't know, but Couriers can travel anywhere. They make roads into places no one else will go, guarded or not. Was going to watch, see.
 * Didn't stop you, though. Like carrying the Chip to Vegas, Old World death in your hand.
 * Didn't walk through ash and hell to lose you now.
 * Don't feel like adding a campfire to the ones that already burn below. {Beat, making offer}If you brought Mojave gifts, might be able to shape something for the road.
 * Either way, the Divide giants are awakening. The missiles here, on their way home. {Cold}There is no way to stop them.
 * Enough Xander root and Broc flower along the trail though, the Legion was able to keep pace and get where they were going.
 * Even as the fires here burned them from within... the winds of the Divide tore their skin, exposed them... screaming... to the sky.{No sound file}
 * Even if you were Legion, you would answer for those deaths by Caesar's law.
 * Explosive!
 * Families of Vegas were once tribes. Got drunk on the Vegas lights, the spirit bled out of them. Old World history, under a different flag.
 * Fear? No. Anger.
 * Finding the crater was an accident, was following the weather patterns - the Divide sky torn like that, man's violence, not nature's.
 * For all you've seen behind you - {quieter}there's worse along this stretch. Deathclaws - hunt the Marked Men, {even quieter, for emphasis}and they also hunt what burrows below.
 * For now, eyes alert, watch the streets below. There's still life in the Divide - threats other than the storms and wind... new inhabitants.{No Sound File}
 * For the two-headed Bear... NCR... they don't have symbols in the same way Legion does.{No sound file}
 * Got you.
 * Had tech from the Big Empty, recorder a woman gave me... didn't survive the road, on its last legs.
 * Had to fight during a time when his world had two flags, and he had to make them one.
 * Had to speak of it, in case the words got lost in paper, ink, or other's voices. Maybe even yours, in time.
 * Have you ever wanted to speak to history - just to know the why of it? {Beat}I don't. Not any longer.
 * He led his side to victory, turned two flags into one. {Frowns}That's when {emph}he lost - when the fighting was done, the sickness took hold.
 * He put Colorado to the sword, broke the Hangdogs by throwing their hounds upon the flames, so they might burn forever in the afterlife.
 * Heard tales of you walking the Mojave. Casting off your disguise... yet you carried that Chip, determined to take it to Vegas... not Caesar.{No Sound File}
 * Heard tales of you walking the Mojave. Giving the two-headed bear strength. Giving hollow men like Kimball, like Crocker, half the life Hanlon had.
 * Helped them dig out Canaan supply caches, and other secrets the sands hid - bunkers, filled with powered weapons even the Brotherhood might desire.
 * Here's some for the road - trick to making it's not hard. {Beat}Get bit, hook and twist it. Fast as blinking, doesn't give poison time to sink in.
 * His strength lies in his title - and it is his weakness. He will not fight a losing battle and destroy what he represents.
 * Home isn't where you're born into this world. You taught me that. Part of your message, whether you meant it or not.
 * Hopeville, High Road, Ashton... tiny cracks in the Earth, {emph}nothing compared to the road carved ahead.{No sound file}
 * House takes a shovel to history's graves, props up the dead, then puts words in their mouths. The tribes don't even know how they were broken.
 * House's power... {Beat, lets it go}you've seen the wall around Vegas. He gains more power, that wall will grow. The Mojave'll become Vegas.
 * House. He's the one watching. {Suspicious}The why... you'd know better than I would. If you don't - you will.
 * I believed in what I followed then. Kill no Courier, Caesar's words. I honored them.
 * I cannot go back. I wandered too far, far enough to know my home was lost to me.
 * I don't care if you walk the Divide. Turn, walk the Mojave, fight beneath the flags... but you'll wonder.
 * I have walked at Caesar's command, across the East, into the West. Far enough to know Caesar's word did not drive me. Far enough to see the end.
 * I hold Legion to be my brothers... even as misguided as they are. And you... more so than most.{No sound file}
 * I knew {emph}of you, your name. Your road, to and from the Divide, what that meant for the Legion.
 * I know that now. Doesn't change what was done. The Legion who died here.
 * I learned their weapons as a means of respect. And when it came their turn to pay respect to me... history came rushing back.
 * I listened. I asked. Was there anything left? {Emph}Anything that still carries America's voice?
 * I need to know why you're doing this - not for my sake, for history's sake.
 * I never sought to escape. I went to them to get an answer or die.
 * I walked the Great Salt Lake as Caesar's eye, then his hand.
 * I want to talk more about your recordings I found here in the Divide.
 * I will start with their camp at Dry Wells... once my homeland. Justice of a sort.
 * I'll answer fire with fire.
 * I'll finish history's work. If the Divide couldn't kill you... perhaps these spears of the Old World can.
 * I'll give answers as you go. {Beat, warning}Not before.
 * I'll see you answer for this. The road doesn't end here, there's more to come, I swear to you.
 * I'll start with the West. Let that burn. Then... if the East falters after, I'll bring the Divide there as well.
 * I'll turn the Long 15 into miles of fire, cut off the Mojave. NCR will fall back, lose Hoover Dam... and leave their throats exposed to the Legion.
 * I'm heading back to the Mojave to settle some things.
 * I'm not talking about NCR or the Legion, I'm talking about our history.
 * I've been collecting them. Listen to you talk about history enough, maybe I'll understand.
 * I've been to your home, the place you kept returning to... may not be the place you were born, was the place you gave life to, same thing.
 * I've heard enough. You're a Legion traitor, and now you'll die.
 * I've walked the East. {Accusing}You've walked the West, more than I have.
 * I... asked the White Legs to destroy a people with ancestry, going back thousands of years - another death of history, lost to time.
 * If I wanted you dead, we would have met sooner. Not sure that's the way this ends.
 * If he was too weak to stop you, too weak to defend himself, then he needed to die with his beliefs.
 * If history matters to you... you'll need to earn it. {To himself, this is a hint}Any logs of mine I have already cast away in the Divide, they're lost to you.
 * If so, they were buried deep. Might have been born the day America's embers started to settle. {To himself}Seen worse things twisted by radiation.
 * If that's all that drives you, it won't last. The Legion... it won't last either.
 * If the ghosts of Vegas have come from behind their wall to speak for the West, I'll hear their words.
 * If they've become ghouls, the radiation would strengthen them. Heal their wounds - not the scars.
 * If war doesn't change, men must change, and so must their symbols. {Beat, quiet}Even if it is nothing at all, know what you follow, Courier...
 * If we must survive to carry its message... then that is what shall be done. I will not let America die here.
 * If we share history, then before going forward, I want to know the past.
 * If you believe in something enough, you must be willing to let it burn, lest it claim you.
 * If you believe it should not die this day... then answer me why.
 * If you believe that Vegas does not deserve to die as the Bear does... then answer me why.
 * If you don't, the Divide will come to you, and the Mojave. That will be my message to you, like the message you had for me.
 * If you feel there is meaning in the White Legs taking the braids of my tribe... what they did... insult, not respect.
 * If you follow a symbol to the end, ask yourself what that means. More important, ask what happens {emph}after the end.
 * If you heard them... nothing but ramblings, reminders for a man who doesn't need them. {To himself}Probably more, lying from here to the Divide.
 * If you need answers, speak. You've earned them... {to himself}even if only you and I can carry them from here.
 * If you saw their corpses, you saw mercy. Got what they deserved, coming to the Divide.{No sound file}
 * If you speak for the two-headed Bear, I'll hear your words. Even if I will be the only one to hear them.
 * If you turn your back on your home, so be it. I'll remain here in the Divide for you to return. And you will.
 * If you want them, keep them... you've earned it. Nothing to be gained by me holding them, and more will surface in time.
 * If you want these Old World relics, they're yours... better you carry them than the Marked Men.
 * If you were Legion, then NCR beat you, the West changed you.
 * If you're determined, return, might be something new surfaces.
 * In the Mojave, that'll only get you sand between your fingers - or over your grave.
 * Inside its frame, it carries the message you brought here... and it'll do what it was programmed to do: {slow, pace this}whatever it can to get home.
 * Inside, Old World's waking up. No facts or history I've heard tells me that city ever went to sleep, and that makes me think.
 * Irony's sharp. And Legion... their flag may be old, but it's not at war with itself.
 * It can happen again. It will {emph}keep happening.
 * It echoes its master... and soon the missiles here will as well.
 * It is where we realized Vulpes did not approach us as equals. Where we realized the wolf had come, and we watched our history die.
 * It was from the West. From deep in NCR. Whether made by them or not... it came here. Through your hands.
 * It was like Vulpes was speaking through me. Use the night, silence, and fire to change their words to pleas, to screams.
 * It was like looking at the dead of my tribe, reborn as ghosts - hateful, hungry, bowing to Caesar. {Quiet, bring to a close}Another history... gone, carried by me alone.
 * It was like my entire dead tribe in the firelight, teeth grinning red in the dark - eager corpses, blood-covered ghosts.
 * It was you walking that road that kept the Divide alive. It grew from what you did. Settlers... camps... filling that Old World city.
 * It wasn't just a flag to them... it was a place, an idea they had {emph}cared for. Once.
 * It's about the {emph}message you carried. The one in that package, whether you knew it or not.
 * It's just a name - you have {emph}no idea who I am. {Beat, dismissive}You'll know by the end.
 * It's not Legion - the Legion I know, but they change, even in small ways as they march West, with every tribe they break.
 * It's shaped from Divide metal, not with care and strength, but with hate. Keeps them anchored.
 * It's the wall by which this age will be measured, the gravestone of the Mojave. Old World never meant it as such.
 * Kill them - no. The symbol they follow? Yes, as surely as you did at the Divide.
 * Killing is personal - so's vows, promises. Last bit's more important to me than the first.
 * Killing one will end both. And you made me see how one could do it. Your ignorance, carelessness - can be used with a purpose.
 * Knew you'd survive... but no need to go any farther. You've brought me what I need - that machine with you, sealed in the Hopeville silo.
 * Lanius carries all the terrors of the East with him. He's the myth, the weapon the Legion needs.
 * Lanius... the "Butcher." {Somber, recognizes name}Monster, Terror of the East.
 * Last I heard, Legion didn't use machines as mouthpieces to hide from their enemy.
 * Last tape, last message. In case... you best me. If you're hearing this, you have, through blood or word.
 * Left the colors to mark my way, like always, case someone finds them, learns the pattern - the Courier might.
 * Legion wears many colors, East and West. You... maybe blinded by Vegas's light, or the promise of that Chip.
 * Lesson there, if history's to be believed. One you should heed.
 * Let's end this, Courier, you and I. Here, with the Old World flag as witness.
 * Let's end this.
 * Let's have an ending to this.
 * Let's see what you stand for.
 * Lies along the road, running from the Hopeville silo... straight on to where the ground burns, and wind howls even stronger than here.
 * Like Healing Powders. Tribes back West only use Xander and Broc flower. There's a way the Twin Mothers in the East used to brew it, though.
 * Like the Legion. As always, brought them a message - from Caesar.
 * Long ago, I crossed the Colorado, the first among the Legion to see Hoover Dam in all its glory... an Old World wall, yet bridging two sides.
 * Lost myself in trying to read the braids they wove, when I remembered they had put no meaning in it. They had no history of what it meant.
 * Machine couldn't speak by itself. Needed a terminal to access it... like the terminals in the silos here, or the machine with you.
 * Machinery. Simple on the outside, computer parts. Inside... more complicated.
 * Machines... bombs, things of NCR, are your tools, not mine. When we meet, this machine won't keep me from you.
 * Made your way through Old World towns, the tunnels that join them... now, the High Road.
 * Make camp near silos... warheads. {Thinking to himself}No way to cleanse the radiation - makes them hard to kill there, have to draw them out.
 * Many NCR were already here when the destruction happened. Keeping the route East open, in fear of Caesar. Fear of the Legion.
 * Many in the Mojave think the Divide's nothing but canyon and storm. {Beat}Wasn't always.
 * May have seen the cracks in Vegas's walls already. If so, they'll grow, in time, no matter how much you back House.
 * Maybe not. Maybe that's why you fell in with the Bear in the first place - can't see what you're following.
 * Maybe that's why you've come, too - need to see where the missile from Ashton touched ground down below, in Hopeville... the Courier's Mile.
 * Maybe they saw the flag on my jacket, thought I was of America. If so, history saved me. A sign.
 * Maybe you just need to be tested. Or you believe in nothing. {Cold accusing}We'll see.
 * Me... they called me the Flag-Bearer. Glory in my hand, in my staff that still bore the weight of the Old World just as the symbol on my back did.
 * Meant to? No. Never. {Emph}Your burden.{No sound file}
 * Mercy killings - let them rest.
 * Might have been. Once. To the Divide they came... in the Divide, they rest.{No sound file}
 * Might kill him, taking it, whether he won or lost. The Bull needs to fight, needs the challenge, without it... it falters, dies in the dust.
 * Military markings, from some place the Bear had savaged in the West. {Beat, trying to draw player out here}Maybe seeing those markings on it reminded you of home... made you carry it.
 * Mojave and the Divide aren't the only places I've walked.
 * Mojave's got ways of healing most ills - if not, some tribe's usually found a way you didn't expect.
 * Mongrels there, two-legs and four. Saw the walls of New Canaan the scavengers circled... hadn't the strength or fire to take. Too high, too strong.
 * My message is this - the destruction that has been wrought, at the Divide - or elsewhere, if you couldn't stop me...
 * My name for it. If you have a better one, you grant it - my choice in names won't carry past you and I.
 * My tribe, Twisted Hairs, had a better way than Antivenom, if you act fast.
 * My tribe? That log... {disgusted at White Legs}no, it concerned the White Legs, training them to kill. For Caesar.
 * NCR saw the worth in that road you made. {Disgust}Staked a claim, whether it was wanted there or not - {just like it’s}true elsewhere in the Mojave.
 * Need to be here, see what was done. In the Divide, in Hopeville... the Courier's Mile.
 * Need to be here, see what was done. It's custom of the Bear to never see the marks it claws in the land... not {emph}my custom.
 * Needed someone to unlock it - bring it home. {Cold}Now the signal's strong enough, no need for you to carry it anymore. I can call your machine to me.
 * Never again do you or any other courier and caravan need walk that route. Let the Mojave breathe without that asphalt scar raking it.
 * Never would have known the Divide had it not been for you. {Deliberate, slow, little anger here}The road you made with your tracks, again and again.
 * Next time, you won't get mercy.
 * No Courier would go to the Divide... but you will. And that's what sets us apart - we walk roads no other Courier will walk.{No sound file}
 * No damage done, not yet. Maybe in years. Keeps the Bear fenced... if Caesar can't drive it back, fire might.
 * No matter now. Bear couldn't hold the Divide.
 * No need for bombs when hate will do.
 * No telling how many were Legion. Maybe all of them.
 * No, not the Mojave. The West, all that's been built since America died. Same symbols as before the war, now a flag carried by a tribe of children.
 * No, opposite of that. It's where my tribe was taken. Where another history was put to the blade, lesson taught.
 * No, recounting history.
 * No, the West. The East. It doesn't matter - the death of either one kills the other, Vegas along with it. {Beat}The West shall answer first.
 * No, there's a pattern. The more I hear, the more I understand your history.
 * No, they didn't. They were ended, completely. Became part of history's march.
 * No, they don't know the history of it. So send others to find out, more to die... at the hands of their brothers the Divide has claimed.
 * No, this isn't about family - or any common blood. It's blood shared by {emph}acts, not by chance.
 * No, whatever words you heard, they were not mine.
 * No, when they come this far, they aren't Legion. They walk as Couriers. Like we do.
 * No. You are wrong. Words will not bridge this.
 * No... I'm certain. What I hadn't known was that you still {emph}lived after the Divide.
 * No... not new. And not new among all those in the shadow of the Bear.{No sound file}
 * No... only seen his works. Those he's broken with light and gold. His messengers.
 * No... the paths we've walked. The roads, and the flags above them, carry equal blame.
 * None of the people that lived here survived... yet all of the West and the East, they hold on as the Divide tears at them.
 * Not a camp - vigil, maybe. Never claimed it as mine. {More a question}If anyone owns the Divide... {"well..."}your claim is stronger than mine.
 * Not all the East will burn. The Legion does not need to be destroyed, only... contained within new borders.
 * Not even his slaves have seen his face - struck them blind so they can't. Wears a mask, don't even know if it's the same man.
 * Not going to convince a deaf man with words. Shown strength coming in here - if strength's what you respect, then you belong East of the Colorado.
 * Not going to waste time trying to make the blind see. {Beat}Took a chance coming here - same as I did. Now we'll see how it plays out.
 * Not if you believe in what you follow. Kill no Courier, Caesar's words. I honored them.
 * Not immediate, maybe, but in time. Slow burn, a little faster than before.
 * Not my way. If my life burns out here, so be it... until then, I wait and watch, see what the road brings.
 * Not the America of old. But something larger than the tribes of the East, something larger than the houses of the West. Something better.
 * Not the name I'd give it. Not the name the dead would give it.
 * Nothing but wind, sand... ash. More may reveal itself in time, not now.
 * Nothing can prevent what comes. The missiles will launch. {Beat}These questions - your words, or mine - what do they matter to you.
 * Nothing more than I've already shared. We'll have to keep with what we know. {Beat}Tired of history's lessons, anyway.
 * Nothing more to say. I'll be going.
 * Now it belongs to Legion... and all the death there now belongs to them as well. Not revenge... just the way of things when you {emph}own them.
 * Now see the road the Old World paves... and what the lights of New Vegas promise, if they haven't blinded your eyes.
 * Now... let's test that strength. That... "conviction." {Disgust}Courier.
 * Occasionally sift through the dust, the buildings... see if I can find some history. Marks of America.
 * Old World wall, run red with blood of Bear and Bull. It'll bleed more before the sun sets on the Mojave.
 * Once under different flags, now they are equal in their hatred of the trespassers. You and I.
 * One buried this place, yet it lived on between us. One may build it again - build others. Your history has proven this, here.
 * One can build a community, make it stronger. You saw it at the Divide, even blamed me for it.
 * Only delays the end for the Bull, a new wall for them to scale and cross... once they're done with the Mojave. And Hoover Dam.
 * Only takes a few of them, locked below ground, to tear apart the earth... and cast dust, sand... ash... into the skies above.
 * Or maybe you walked so far West, the Bear's sickness crept into you. We'll see. Your offenses before Caesar, the least of the crimes here.
 * Other Couriers could have been Legion - like me. Now, our allegiances are reversed.
 * Other Couriers could have been Legion - like me. The truth is, you serve nothing, believe nothing. Killing you... meaningless.
 * Pain makes for strange allies... the hate the Bear and Bull shared across the battlefield, now turned against the Divide. Few survived... intact.{No sound file}
 * Part of the reason we wore our hair like we did, {corrects self}like I do now.
 * Payment enough, just to hear someone who believes in the Brotherhood of Steel. Not Elijah. Different view. Same madness.
 * People forget couriers can keep communities alive... until the day they're gone, and their breath catches in their throat.
 * Pieces of the Old World like that just need someone careless enough to take them where they need to go, to do their killing.
 * Promises to keep. To others. And the Mojave's dangerous enough - left to the land, the land has its way.{No sound file}
 * Put the idea of loss in him. Convince him the Bear will not be the twentieth tribe beneath his heel, it will make him pause like nothing on earth.
 * Questions in those tapes I still haven't found answers to. You won't be the one to give them.
 * Radiation from the War might have created them. Then detonations, quakes, caused them to surface?
 * Radiation may keep them alive in areas so physically punishing, it would kill others - even ghouls.
 * Revenge isn't the message I have for you. More than that... Courier.
 * Road gets rougher from here... {slight disdain}Courier. Left marks for you, colors'll tell the way - if you're smart.
 * Scour the Divide, claw at it for meaning - but my words will give you no answer.
 * Seeing it... changed me, just as seeing Hoover Dam changed Caesar and the NCR.
 * Seems you just proved his philosophy to him. If he'd been stronger, he'd be alive, and we wouldn't be talking.
 * Seen them as I've walked the Divide, tending other machines. {Frowns}That one... sealed inside the Hopeville silo. {Beat to himself}Sign America is waking up.
 * Seen them tear apart Deathclaws... Deathclaw might get some, but the rest will swarm it, tear it apart, like Denver hounds.
 * She answered me on their philosophy, their way of seeing - the roads they walk. {Disgust}Dead-ends. Empty... as if technology can solve anything.
 * Showed them tech caches, taught them the workings of chamber and powder, spoke of Caesar's {emph}pride in those that used such things... lies. And...
 * Snakebite Tourniquet - cuts off the venom, no need to scavenge glands and blood. {Himself, slight disgust}Or drink that mess.
 * Soldiers of the Bear died here... Legion died, too, my brothers. Still dying, both of them, all around us.
 * Somehow Joshua walked away from that, went beyond Caesar's gaze. His footsteps trailing fire, walking from one hell - maybe to another.
 * Someone protected it. Wasn't chance, wasn't luck. Something larger - yet they let the rest of the world suffer. And they'll do it again.
 * Speeches are things of NCR, words without strength. Your actions have shown nothing. {Beat}Your flag will burn. The Mojave will follow.
 * Spent years looking for you. If you head back to the Mojave, it's like nothing's changed. Can live with that. Had to.
 * Still, meant for you. Courier to Courier. {Beat}Belongs to you now, or history. Doesn't matter.
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 * Test it. As you test me? As if you believe there is some other road here.
 * That Legate's mistake is he didn't die trying. His name was Joshua - Joshua Graham. Answered for his failure - twice, some say.
 * That kind of murder... it's what any of the {emph}Legion would have done. Now... the Divide belongs to history.
 * That means waking America's spears up from their slumber. There's ways - warheads set off the collapse, {beat}warheads could open the gates again.
 * That place and I have a past, owe it a debt - and it owes me. If your path takes you there, know you're not the only one.
 * That violence in the sky, had a source. Tracked it. Like following a river current.
 * That's part of why I'm here. Watch them - if they attack me, try to enter the Mojave, I answer. {Little quieter}Not looking to kill them... save them, if I can.
 * That's why the families are there, why the Bear stumbles there to lose itself. It's a dance, I don't know its purpose.
 * The Bear and Bull - NCR, Legion - came in waves. Before. And after. Right into the invisible fires... the wind, ground... collapsing beneath them.
 * The Bear, NCR, couldn't be allowed to reach it easily. Long 15... Canaan... both bad enough.
 * The Divide bore the symbol of America... as did the package from Navarro. The origins of the machine is... of no importance.
 * The Divide will send its worst against you - it may break you. We'll see if you're stronger.{No sound file}
 * The Divide winds have torn the skin from many of them - {beat}may be the radiation is the only thing keeping them walking.
 * The Divide'll be your grave.
 * The Divide, its buildings, its people, were built around those same markings, surrounded them here...
 * The Divide... could have bridged both, like Hoover Dam. {Anger, dismissive}Now like the Dam, it's too covered in blood to see what it could have been.
 * The Divide... this place is a slice of it. Old military. Can still smell the pride - and the fear.{No sound file}
 * The High Road... not the Divide yet, many more miles to walk. But you got this far. {Disgust, hates ED-E}You and that machine that shadows you.
 * The Legion... thought it might get into the community through me, just as I'd found the way by following you.
 * The New Canaanites... they supplied medicine. Food, traded with others. Civilization, a hand from the past, not history...
 * The White Legs... meant to show respect, bribe me for Caesar's favor, echoing mannerisms and words...
 * The blue of the Mojave skies - isn't like the rest of the world. Don't hear a Geiger ticking there, more to fear from predators than rads.
 * The city - the whole Mojave, wasn't hit by bombs. Been my call, Vegas would be one of the first pieces of the Old World to burn.
 * The damage here looks like it was caused by underground detonations - on a scale I've never seen.
 * The flag you wear, they said. We remember. America.
 * The giants here will listen to it. I'll bring the Divide to your home, your nation. Let its flag burn, just like you let the Divide burn.
 * The invisible fires burn here, true enough. Still... to have helped carry out such an act, then not face it...
 * The machine made from the parts of Navarro? It had only one message in its core - to get home, at any cost.
 * The nations of the Mojave. Cracked and broken as the Divide... its people, the same.
 * The only other home... the chance of a home... was what you built at the Divide. Then you destroyed it.
 * The sequence has begun, just as before. Except this time, the missiles will touch the sky instead of being locked beneath the ground.
 * The sickness of the Bear already lies within you, even if you uphold the East. If there were time, I would let you kill the Legion.
 * The two-headed Bear made its claim, dug its claws into the trail you made. For once, it seemed like it might succeed - cut a route to the Mojave.
 * The wall of New {CANE-in}Canaan... too high for Caesar. Too proud, maybe - {quiet}or maybe something there, from his past, that needed killing. Memory of Graham.
 * The way ahead and below - leads to the heart of the Divide.
 * The way ahead is below. The tools are there. The rest - up to you.
 * The why of it. Hoover Dam.
 * The woman... she fixed the recorder. Said it wouldn't last, repayment for me fixing her. She doesn't like debts, can respect that.
 * Their flag speaks to their spirit. They're split like any two-headed animal, trying to go in different directions, ending up nowhere.
 * Then the Mojave will fall, Bear will starve, its flag will burn. It's spent too long dying, the Long 15 will end it.
 * Then with the rulers of the Big Empty. {Beat, rallying}But it is their philosophy that was flawed - their weapons, used with new perspective...
 * Then you brought the West in that package. Destroyed it all. Nearly killed me, flesh and spirit.
 * There are other Legates, and the one before Lanius couldn't take Hoover Dam for Caesar.
 * There is no future in the Bear or Bull. The Bear is diseased, barely clings to life.
 * There is no honor in murder from a distance, NCR or Legion. You know this from the Divide.
 * There is no meaning there beyond the road to New Canaan. The history of the murder of its people. And Caesar's past.
 * There is nothing more to be dug from these cracks in the earth, no more fury to be torn from its sky.
 * There is nothing more to be said between us. No words of yours will change what is about to happen.
 * There is truth in your words. But even if there is hope in change... it may not matter. The Divide still stands against us.
 * There might be something saving in them. {Quieter, to himself}If not, then what I do is mercy, not murder.
 * There was death in that meeting, even while Vulpes smiled - asked for our help against the other tribes.
 * There was death in that package, and while the Chip is important to Old World ghosts... no, you are more dangerous than that Chip ever could be.
 * There's a lesson here, in the Divide. Old World history about holding on to something so tightly it breaks... or falls apart.
 * There's a lesson here, in the Divide. Old World history about paving and intentions could teach the Republic a thing or two - if they listened.
 * There's a strength in that... lack of attachment. Still, you're here now. If there's no more answers you want, then we'll end this.
 * There's more I need to know.
 * There's old stories about gods and men, past history, into myth - where the gods, they're like children... petulant, cruel.
 * These governments of the two-headed bear... the Legion... they carry Old World ideas into an age that no longer needs them, where they cannot live.
 * These new inhabitants... not natives... most of them. Came with duty, purpose... ready to kill each other. {Beat, a little quieter}The Divide was stronger.{No sound file}
 * They bear false versions of Legate Lanius' mask, the one Caesar fashioned for him. Thought it was an insult at first.... {to himself}know better now.{No sound file}
 * They breed fast, hunt in groups, more than enough to bring down the strongest in the Mojave. Once they draw blood...
 * They brought me before the campfire one night, showed me how they changed themselves, how they wore their hair now.
 * They called these new weapons "storm drums" in the firing of shells. Taught them the power in the casings... to channel the spirits in their guns.
 * They didn't even know the insult in the twists, knots... and Dry Wells came rushing back, the White Legs circled like that...
 * They didn't know what the braids meant, the mark of my tribe before Caesar came... before Vulpes came for them at Dry Wells.
 * They didn't know why they were there, what had led to that point, their names - like serpents devouring themselves, cannibalizing their own thoughts.
 * They exploded beneath the ground, cracked the landscape. Sand, ash... the dead... the Divide skies became a graveyard.
 * They have an idea of trying to do what's right, never quite getting there. Maybe you've seen it - Nipton, elsewhere.
 * They only take what parts they find in the Divide, never roam beyond it - can't even leave the silos without a human to shadow, like hounds.
 * They revere their mines and explosives, guns... {emph}that is their religion - {disgust}death from afar, take pride in it.
 * They told me what it was like to grow in that world... all they had done to lift it up... protect it. They... didn't know it was gone, that...
 * They told me what lies in the heart of the Divide, what can be found there. And the words to awaken it - and the one to speak them.
 * They'll lead you to your home one more time, lead to the ending of it - {slow, cold}maybe remind you why you wander.
 * They'll start emerging throughout the Mojave in time, might be years. Probably less.{No sound file}
 * They're stretched thin, can't protect their frontlines, their towns, think paper's power, radio means control - all of it, useless.
 * They... had taken my braids, the way of the Twisted Hairs, as if it showed they were {emph}like me, {emph}of me...
 * This is a message to the NCR from the Legion.
 * This message, and all that lies with it - it is for you, Courier. If you want to know the... why of things.
 * This time {emph}you carry the burden. {Beat}Walk west into the sun, and keep walking until it dies. {Beat}There - I'll be waiting.
 * This world, I've walked a good part of it... I stopped only because of you. What you did - gave me pause.
 * Those are my words. After what happened with the Brotherhood... talking with them.
 * Those weapons can be used to kill a symbol that has already proven itself wrong.
 * Thought carrying that Chip would end you, no... you got lives in you, hard to kill. Storms, bullets... sand and wind, yet still you walk. For now.
 * To honor Caesar - destroy the {emph}history of New Canaan, and the way they {emph}carry it - in their generations and family.
 * To take Hoover Dam, Legion will need something as big as the Old World itself - another symbol, forged by history.
 * Too many of the Bull have already fallen here... to radiation, fire... and what burrows below.
 * Took it from history, found it in a book. It's an Old World name.
 * Trying doesn't hold much weight with me. Legion doesn't {emph}try to kill people, they do it. The Bear kills people trying to {emph}protect them.{No sound file}
 * Tunnelers. Predators that make their own roads beneath the ground here.{No sound file}
 * Ulysses lived a long time ago, long before the Old World set fire to itself. He made a mark without being myth.
 * Ulysses walked a hard road. A general, like Caesar and Oliver. He was Brahmin-stubborn, gave him strength on the battlefield.
 * Ulysses wasn't made for the flag he followed. He wasn't made for peace. That's the lesson.
 * Use storm, sky. Disease. Fire, starvation... and the violence of the ignorant to ruin all who {emph}could... might stand against him.
 * Vegas is Old World, filled with Old World ghosts. {Beat, slightly ominous}And ghosts need the living to do their work.
 * Waited too long. Hesitated. A Courier isn't meant to stay in one place for long. And then you came, with the package. History.
 * Walk farther, see me face to face - you might earn more. Now, let the words keep you without me adding to them.
 * Walked the East, too, before the Bull came. Then... much like the Mojave before the Bear... tribes, towns, clutching to life. Bull did a better job.
 * Want more than that, walk the Divide. Answers'll come, closer you get to home... you and that machine.
 * Want more than that, walk the road. Answers'll come, closer you get to home... you and that machine.
 * Was the only time I'd heard a machine speak in the Divide, the only machine with a voice.
 * Wasn't his time, and wouldn't have been how he wanted to die.
 * Wasn't sure about you. Until the Divide... all the NCR burning... that much death, it bears the mark of a Legion hand.
 * Wasn't sure if both of you'd make it - above, then below the underpass.{No sound file}
 * Wasn't sure if history would matter to you. If it doesn't, that answers my question.
 * We are coming for you. Run, and we will catch you. Hide, and we will find you. No matter what you do, you are all going to die.
 * We never spoke, knew you through your actions. Knew you'd walked the West as I'd walked the East. Learned different lessons.
 * We took one of the women alive.
 * We'll see what you stand for.
 * We're too far from Vegas to argue perspective on it.
 * We've never spoken before - I'd remember your voice.
 * Weigh you down long enough to let death catch up to you... but you survived.
 * What I give the Legion is a swifter death than the disease you bring. You have not the strength to bear a Legion standard.
 * What happened here... can happen again. {Quiet, slight smug}You've already proved it, what you did in Ashton. The silo there.
 * What's {emph}inside that machine - that's all that mattered. All the machines here, made of wreckage from the Divide... and all that was brought here.
 * Whatever flag you follow, or followed then... either way, you got too much of the Bear's sickness in you to live. Divide's proof of that.
 * Whatever is built, the Bear, Bull... even Vegas... will tear it apart, convert it, either with purpose, or by accident.
 * Whatever traditions or rituals they had, most likely squeezed out of them by now, turned into something else.
 * Whatever you saw out there, wasn't enough to make you stay. {Beat}Maybe the markings on the package reminded you of the road home.
 * When I asked that question, death was certain. I wasn't begging for mercy.
 * When I thought sand and wind would never end... came to the crater.
 * When all seemed lost, thought it was the end - my anger gave me strength to ask them my last question.
 * When he arrives, he'll fall on Hoover Dam like a hammer, {quiet}break the Bear in two.
 * When it did, the Divide answered back. {Beat}Those missiles you've seen, buried in their silos.
 * When you say, "slower death for the Mojave," you mean they're spreading out from the Divide.
 * Wherever it is, it's been silent... if it spoke again, we'd know.
 * White Legs, they were born for war, they run to it, hungry for battle... yet their hunger is to be a part of history, something larger.
 * Wind and blood has uncovered more beneath the soil.
 * With that Chip weighing you down... a burden, lets death move a little faster without me pulling the trigger.
 * Without NCR to support it, Vegas will fall to the Legion. That grave of lights, back to dust and ghosts, as was meant.
 * Wonder what happens to Vegas now. The tribes - families. We'll see.
 * Wouldn't have made it through Crimson River Trail a few years back without it - losing so much blood early on, was a Cazador feast.
 * Yes. And any Courier could tell you the same, see it everywhere. The Bear...{No sound file}
 * Yes. And it did to you once, I'm sure of it.
 * Yes. Graham was broken on the wall of the Dam.
 * You already tried once, won't give you another chance.
 * You and that Chip - deserve each other, twenty-nine less coins than other traitors have carried, if history's true.
 * You and that Chip deserve each other, 29 fewer coins than other traitors have carried, by history's mark.
 * You and that machine, are all that remains of NCR here... {quieter, to himself}rest fell to radiation, fire... and what burrows below.
 * You and that {slight sneer at 'machine'}machine, keep your eyes on the tower that cuts the horizon... you'll find your way. Made it this far... not much farther to go.
 * You are too late. The Divide is awakening - the package, and the message within, have come full circle.
 * You believe. Yet... you believe in the wrong symbol. {Slightly sympathetic}Let it give you what strength it can... soon, it will be no more.
 * You believe. Yet... you have been blinded by the wrong symbol. {Slightly sympathetic}Let its light give you what strength it can... today marks its end.
 * You brought it here, to the community you built. And you are responsible for what happened after - when the device opened, started to speak.
 * You brought me here to talk. If you wanted to kill me, you'd have waited until I came for the Chip.
 * You brought the Divide to life, Courier. You walked the road. Brought the Bear, then the Bull, brought me, following your tracks.
 * You came all this way for answers. Only currency I have, nothing else to be gained - {you}could turn around, walk away at any time.
 * You carry death wherever you go - if the Mojave doesn't know it yet, it will.
 * You chose Ulysses because of the "two flags" reference - is that tied to the war in the Mojave?
 * You could walk back. Still can - {slow}but the Divide will mark you, sickness will set in.
 * You delivered a package. Had markings that matched those in the Divide. Not all... but enough.
 * You destroyed a nation taking its first breath. {Low}A place that could have been my {emph}home. {Beat}Now, I'll destroy yours.
 * You destroyed something larger than the Bear, greater than the Bull. And even when you could have turned away, you brought it again, in that machine.
 * You destroyed your own homeland. Seeing a nation burn? Didn't think that would matter any more to you.
 * You do not need to convince him alone. Draw upon history. The past of other Legates are not filled with victories. Remind Lanius of this.
 * You do not rule my actions, and do not mistake my acts for yours.
 * You don't see, listen - even when it's all around you, no matter if I nailed it into your head like a gift from Caesar.
 * You don't understand. {Beat}You will.
 * You have a lot of hate for the robot with me. I can hear it in your voice.
 * You have forgotten all you were, traded glory for savagery. {Thoughtful}Fitting.
 * You have spoken truly. There is a shadow of a nation behind you, the hope of a people... yet it may not matter. The Divide still stands against us.
 * You have walked the Mojave, let the shadow of flags fall upon you, yet walk carelessly, no allegiance. Your words - empty as your actions.
 * You knew what was coming, as sure as I know what's coming for you.
 * You may not know my voice, but we've walked the same places. The Long 15 to Primm... that wasn't the only road you ever walked.{No Sound File}
 * You must be willing to kill {emph}anyone, children, mothers, the weak, elders... if these New Canaanites value the generations, that is what you must kill.
 * You said you made a promise not to kill me. Why?
 * You showed me a road, a way to carry my message. {Beat, slight snide}You've already answered for what you've done. {Cold}Now the flag you follow will answer for it.
 * You taught me that at the Divide - only need to cut off the supply line, the road, to watch something greater die.
 * You told me once I gave life to the Divide. I can do it again, and give life to Vegas.
 * You walked the Mojave without a flag on your back. That'll end soon, can't walk the Long 15 and not have a nation's shadow fall on you.
 * You walked the West, didn't stay. You know the reason... the Bear grows without structure, follows a symbol without knowing its history.
 * You will. I'll show the Mojave, Bear and Bull the way of it. How Couriers can break nations.
 * You wouldn't have recorded those messages if they didn't matter to you.
 * You're curious. You walk, leave ruin in your path... you can't leave alone. Still, the choice is yours... what I offer, it's the last I offer you.
 * You're saying when the meaning gets lost - that what happens here, can make things worse. {Beat}Happened in the Mojave. Flags of the Bear and Bull.
 * You're wasting time. Stalling. Won't help you.
 * You've been, you've seen the Wall. It's what's inside that worries me.
 * You've been, you've seen the Wall. Safe? No... what's inside - that's what worries me.
 * You've got enough distance ahead of you - save your breath for the road, don't waste it on words.
 * You've seen it. No Courier, whatever their flag can ignore it. Why you didn't stay in the West. Why you wandered.
 * Your carelessness for the paths you walk - it has destroyed the city you serve. {Beat}NCR will burn. Then the walls of Vegas will follow.
 * Your package, the message inside, awoke medical machines... close to the one that shadows you... began to build themselves, then others.
 * Your road's not done. Haven't walked it full yet, not nearly enough.
 * [FAILED] Another city fallen to nations, in the east... not important. {Dismissive, player isn't much of an outdoorsman}Doubt you'll ever walk that far, you'd need the land to sustain you.
 * [FAILED] If those are your last words, they are weak ones. Actions would have had more voice.
 * [FAILED] Mojave needs to survive itself first... does that, Tunnelers will be next on the list.
 * [FAILED] No... your answer is not enough.
 * [FAILED] They're more beasts than men now. They clutch at their pain as they clutch at their weapons... anchors them.{No sound file}
 * [FAILED] Wasn't always like this. Old World wreckage's nothing new... after that, something you had your hand in - you'll walk it soon enough.{No sound file}
 * [FAILED] Words are not enough to bear the weight of your flag - {disdain}if you follow anything at all.
 * [FAILED] Yes, that is what you proved to me at the Divide - what is here, what you showed me... it is enough.
 * [FAILED] You came from the West, walked there. You carry its sickness East to the Legion - and do not believe their cause enough to honor them.
 * [FAILED] You serve Vegas ghosts, not the tribes Vegas devoured. House is not the people of Vegas - you have walked the Strip, yet have seen nothing.
 * [FAILED] {Cold}Yet you follow nothing at all.
 * [FAILED] {Disdain}Search history, might find meaning in it.{No sound file}
 * [FAILED] {Disgust, dismisses player}Talking... words won't settle this. The Road will. And the end.{No sound file}
 * [FAILED] {Disgust, slight dismissive}I know you. What we have in common, though, isn't in the words we traded.{No sound file}
 * [FAILED] {Disgust}When I speak in anger, {emph}Courier, you'll know it. {Dismissive, trying to play this down}Your machine? Worth no more hate than any {emph}other machine.
 * [FAILED] {Dismissive}Don't know the history of them - only their patterns, how they hunt.
 * [FAILED] {Dismissive}Words lost to history. {Beat, to himself, as if trying to convince himself of this}Wouldn't have left them on the road otherwise.
 * [FAILED] {Dismissive}You want to know more, keep walking.
 * [FAILED] {Emph}Fighting? {Disdain}Yes... but different weapons than you're used to.{No sound file}
 * [FAILED] {Scoffs}You answer me with questions. {Sneers}Doubt. You were strong enough to come here - but not strong enough to speak for all the Legion.
 * [Legion] Being Frumentarii kept you from killing me in the past. You have no such defense now.
 * [Legion] The Legion is stronger than you know. If you would judge them, hear me first.
 * [Legion] The Legion would want to cut this road off if it had been a supply line to Hoover Dam.
 * [Legion] Those Legionnaires in Hopeville wore Legion armor - and strange masks and blades.
 * [Legion] You didn't kill me in Primm because you still thought I was Legion.
 * [Legion] You might not believe in nations. I do.
 * [NCR] Even if you have no faith in the NCR, I do. My actions have proven it.
 * [NCR] NCR would have needed this supply line open to reinforce the Mojave - and Hoover Dam.
 * [NCR] Those soldiers in Hopeville... were once NCR, I'm sure of it. Why were they with the Legion?
 * [NCR] You might not believe in nations. I do.
 * [Rep] You might not believe in nations. I do.
 * [SUCCEEDED] America sleeps in the Divide - giants, beneath the earth. You saw one locked in the silo beneath you. {Beat, cold}There's more.{No sound file}
 * [SUCCEEDED] Hate? No. There's nothing to hate in metal... steel, gold. {Bold}Or platinum.
 * [SUCCEEDED] Mojave and the Divide aren't the only places I've walked.
 * [SUCCEEDED] Words aren't the only way couriers meet... sometimes it's the paths we walk. But no... we've never spoken before now.{No sound file}
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Cold, final}They won't help you understand what happened here.
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Conceding to player's request, a little less challenging. "Is this about history?"}History. Yes.{No sound file}
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Conceding to player's request, a little less challenging. "This is about the war, right?"}War. Call it that. {Correcting, Emph}Our part in it.{No sound file}
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Hesitant}Maybe not. {Beat}Who's to say.
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Hesitant}There is conviction in your words, enough to rival a Legate, perhaps Caesar. You believe what you say.
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Hesitant}Your actions have carried strength.
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Hesitant}Your actions have carried strength. More importantly, not for House, but for the families on the Strip.
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Nods, agreeing}There's truth in your words, {and}in what I've seen of their tactics, movements - recovery. Those wounds - they couldn't live otherwise.{No sound file}
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Nod}Death'll come from below. {Frowns}In the Divide, need to watch the sky {emph}and ground... {Dismissive, shakes head}Mojave'll be easy prey for them.
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Nod}Makes sense. Truth favors that, matches the history of this place.
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Reluctant}History has proven this. Our history.
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Slight confusion}Our history... {frowns}the Divide. That history has been written, its lessons learned.
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Slight sneer}No... no, I couldn't. And I'm thinking you can't kill me, either. If you did, you'd answer for it, just as I would.{No sound file}
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Smiles}"Who are you, who do not know your history?"
 * [SUCCEEDED] {Thinking}The why of it... you taught me the why of it.
 * [Vegas] Even if you have no faith in Vegas, I do... and my actions have proven it.
 * [Vegas] You might not believe in nations. I do.
 * {"I"}Believe that. Vegas runs, I've seen what it's done to those who oppose it. And I've seen its messengers.
 * {"You're hiding behind a machine," and Ulysses isn't sure what the player means at first}The machine... the robot. No, not Legion... less history than that.{No sound file}
 * {A Marked Man is throwing satchel charges}Watch the floor. Mines. {To himself}Tactics of the Bear.
 * {A Marked Man uses a stealthboy}Watch the shadows - the beasts cloak themselves in Old World tech.
 * {A little uncomfortable}You scavenge words. Things I have no need of, no history there worth recounting.
 * {Acknowledging player's strength, but...}You believe. Yet you do not see that killing a symbol with its own weapon carries justice of its own... just as it will when the East dies as well.
 * {Acknowledging, slow}You've seen the Divide, walked it - farther than I thought you would. {Beat, to himself}Not sure how much farther you have in you.
 * {Acknowledging}Courier.
 * {Agreeing}The Dam. That Old World Wall.
 * {All the Marked Men are dead, combat is over.}We've broken them. The Bear and the Bull have no more shadows to throw at us.
 * {All the Marked Men have died.}No more echoes of the Bull and the Bear. The rest will share their fate.
 * {Anger, "Justice"}Just? {Beat, spits this out}There was no justice in it, it was an act of carelessness, a coward. Killing an idea, before it had a chance...
 * {Anger, sneer}Blame? Accident? The names you hang on this... Courier... you carry death wherever you go, Mojave knows - or will.
 * {Anger}Accident? Ignorance is a {emph}choice. The Chip - a choice.
 * {Anger}It means {emph}everything - even if you {emph}deny it, cast it aside, that speaks to what you are, {emph}proves what happened here.
 * {Anger}Twisted Hairs are dead, lost at Dry Wells, died in Vulpes' smile. Won't discuss their fate with you, not now - their past is {emph}mine to keep.
 * {Angry, low}No, now there is {emph}purpose. {Disgust}I believe you when you say you were... careless. The Divide... the Chip... the machine you brought here...
 * {Angry}If that's what you wish.
 * {Angry}No, it is a title {emph}you earned. Legion or not, you have betrayed more than you know.
 * {Angry}What do you seek to gain by telling me this. If you think that the symbol I wear is a weakness...
 * {Answers his own question, more to himself}You, perhaps. Found them, heard them after I cast them aside - maybe there was purpose in that.
 * {As player is about to leave}Can hear the weight in your feet - you’re bound for that Old World wall. Hoover Dam. Maybe not now - in time.
 * {Attack grunt}
 * {Beat, disgust, a little quieter - notices player's got ED-E with him}Judging by your shadow... maybe you can't let your machine go. Doesn't matter now.
 * {Beat, gives in}Earned more than that, though, getting this far. {Beat}We walk the same road, carry the same colors. Can't break that by making the road red.
 * {Beat, quiet, like saying "launch" nukes}Navarro.
 * {Bitter}Could've breathed new life into the Mojave, bridging East, West. Like Hoover Dam... but not Old World, something {emph}you made. Road was a supply line.
 * {Bitter}It doesn't matter, the Bear's reach was cut off. Now only the Long 15 remains. Once that's finished, Mojave will be under the flag of the Bull.
 * {Bitter}There was hope here, another chance. A new nation, stirring to life. {Beat}A place I could have set my flag.
 * {Bring it down}Then, you brought it to an end.
 * {Challenge}You're resourceful. {Disgust for machine}That machine, robot with you - can help you find the warheads you need to destroy... {a little slower, quest object}and their trigger, the detonator.
 * {Challenging}If you challenge this moment, let's hear your perspective. If my words are all you have, let's hear them.
 * {Chewing it over, slight hope here}It may be... that as much destruction has been written in the earth here...
 * {Chewing it over, slight hope here}It may be... that as much destruction has been written in the earth here... you may build something else, as you built the Divide.
 * {Choosing his words carefully}House spoke, acted through machines. Sometimes can judge a man by his messengers. {Referring to player}Sometimes the messengers judge him.
 * {Cold, appraising}I spoke those words in anger, and I did not expect an answer. All was lost... I thought it was the end.
 * {Cold, authoritative, hates ED-E}It will follow you, obey you. {Beat, low}Carry it until we are face to face, then there'll be no more need for it to carry {emph}my words.
 * {Cold, introspective}America sleeps ahead of you, its nightmares filled with quakes, storms. You'll need to find your own path.{No sound file}
 * {Cold, judging, low}And you've forgotten. Forgotten everything. {Beat, emph}Careless, as careless with futures then as you are now in the Mojave.
 * {Cold, not sure where the player is going with this}The words are mine. Whatever... "answer" you think they hold, you're wrong. It was a question, nothing more.
 * {Cold, ominous}Not a world I want to be part of, going through motions until we're all smiling faces on some robot's screen.
 * {Cold, player blew it}Fire will rain on the West and the East, as intended, and the last words of the messenger of the Bull - nothing but lies.
 * {Cold, player blew it}The West will burn, as intended, and Vegas will follow. The last words of its messenger, were not for the people of the city, but lies and deceit.
 * {Cold, player blew it}Your nation will burn, as intended, and the last words of its messenger, were not for its people, but to beg for mercy.
 * {Cold}Let the land do the killing for you, that's one of the things you taught me.
 * {Cold}My home in the East, Dry Wells, is no more. It is part of the Legion.
 * {Cold}No, {emph}you are. Cut off your retreat, {emph}your supply line. Ashton missile, turned Hopeville into a furnace.
 * {Cold}No, {emph}you are. Cut off your retreat, {emph}your supply line. Ashton missile, turned Hopeville into a furnace.
 * {Cold}So... you resort to trickery. You were hoping that you could deceive me, reveal that somehow I can {emph}stop all this.
 * {Cold}The machine you brought is mine now, it's coming home. {Snarling, talking about torturing the robot}I'll reduce it to parts, just enough to function, to be aware of what's happening.
 * {Cold}They deserve what comes. Vegas is born of the corrupt, the blind, lost, that gather to it. Without them... it would fall dark.
 * {Cold}They deserve what comes... and should answer for it, as you should. The Bear is a thing of the people that gather to it, as are all symbols.
 * {Cold}This is the ending they deserve... a flag is a thing of the people that gather to it, as are all symbols.
 * {Cold}Thought that explosion, that building falling deep in the Divide might have been your work... wouldn't kill you, maybe close.	AUDIO: Need more distortion here, Ulysses just cut in.	{Cold}Thought that explosion, that building falling deep in the Divide might have been your work... wouldn't kill you, maybe close.
 * {Cold}Thought that explosion, that building falling deep in the Divide might have been your work... wouldn't kill you, maybe close.
 * {Cold}We fight over how we will be remembered, then.
 * {Cold}We {emph}all have death following us, only a question of how close. You dodged it - for a time. {Disdain}You're good at that, talent for it.{No sound file}
 * {Cold}You've answered your own question. And you'll die with that question on your lips.
 * {Comes back to present}Took a Courier to make that road. {Beat}You. Back then, you saw the road with eyes facing East. This time... the Divide's in the other direction.
 * {Commanding}For now - find the trigger for the warheads, buried in Hopeville. Use it to keep moving... and keep alive.
 * {Conceding to player's request, a little less challenging. "My name is..."}Not my given name, close enough.{No sound file}
 * {Contacting player through radio}Picking up the signal from your machine... was quiet for a time, thought the Road had claimed another of the Legion.{No sound file}
 * {Contacting player through radio}There you are, you went quiet for a time. {Beat, slight disgust for machine}Then that signal came in strong from your machine, like a heartbeat.{No sound file}
 * {Contacting player through radio}There you are, you went quiet for a time... knew killing the Bear wouldn't prove easy... {slight disgust, hates ED-E}you and your machine, you survived.
 * {Contacting player through radio}There you are, you went quiet for a time... thought you might have returned to Vegas, its comforts. {Slight disgust}Maybe you took that machine with you.{No sound file}
 * {DUPE of AvoidThreat: Player threw a grenade}Explosive!
 * {DUPE}Enough. Whatever waits at Hoover Dam, I'm ready.
 * {DUPE}Had the tech from the Big Empty, recorder a woman gave me... on its last legs, didn't survive the road. Cast it and the tapes aside.
 * {DUPE}I know that now. Doesn't change what was done. The Legion who died here.
 * {DUPE}I'll finish history's work. If the Divide couldn't kill you... perhaps these spears of the Old World can.
 * {DUPE}I'll remember that.
 * {DUPE}If you heard them... they're of no consequence. Ramblings, reminders for a man who doesn't need them.
 * {DUPE}Let's end this, Courier, you and I. Here, with the Old World flag as witness.
 * {DUPE}Make camp near silos... warheads. {Thinking to himself}No way to cleanse the radiation - makes them hard to kill there, have to draw them out.
 * {DUPE}Mojave and the Divide aren't the only places I've walked.
 * {DUPE}Nothing can prevent what comes. The missiles will launch. {Beat}These questions - your words, or mine - what do they matter to you.
 * {DUPE}Only takes a few of them, locked below ground, to tear apart the earth... and cast dust, sand... ash... into the skies above.
 * {DUPE}The Divide winds have torn the skin from many of them - {beat}may be the radiation is the only thing keeping them walking.
 * {DUPE}The tapes... {Shrugs}didn't think those would be found... weren't worth the words anyway, not like I'd forget what happened.
 * {DUPE}There are other Legates, and the one before Lanius couldn't take Hoover Dam for Caesar.
 * {DUPE}We'll leave it to history, then.
 * {DUPE}You've got enough distance ahead of you - save your breath for the road, don't waste it on words.
 * {DUPE}[FAILED] No... your answer is not enough.
 * {DUPE}[FAILED] They're more beasts than men now. They clutch at their pain as they clutch at their weapons... anchors them.{No sound file}
 * {DUPE}[FAILED] Wasn't always like this. Old World wreckage's nothing new... after that, something you had your hand in - you'll walk it soon enough.{No sound file}
 * {DUPE}[FAILED] {Dismissive}Words lost to history. {Beat, to himself, as if trying to convince himself of this}Wouldn't have left them on the road otherwise.
 * {DUPE}[SUCCEEDED] America sleeps in the Divide - giants, beneath the earth. You saw one locked in the silo beneath you. {Beat, cold}There's more.{No sound file}
 * {DUPE}[SUCCEEDED] {Nods, agreeing}There's truth in your words, {and}in what I've seen of their tactics, movements - recovery. Those wounds - they couldn't live otherwise.{No sound file}
 * {DUPE}[SUCCEEDED] {Reluctant}History has proven this. Our history.
 * {DUPE}{Agreeing}The Dam. That Old World Wall.
 * {DUPE}{Anger}Accident? Ignorance is a {emph}choice. The Chip - a choice.
 * {DUPE}{Derisive}The soldiers of the Bear? They were dead already, their symbol... diseased. Deserved to die as my brothers did at Boulder City, mines, bombs.
 * {DUPE}{Farewell}The Divide belongs to history now. {Beat}The Mojave awaits.
 * {DUPE}{More to himself}As for anger... it is what I carry for the dead, and all that come here.
 * {DUPE}{Narration}{Target: Legion}It was an ending to things - a way of erasing the road that had led to this point and the history that had walked with it.
 * {DUPE}{Quiet, accusing}I carry no hatred for duty... if that's what this was. The Divide was more than that. Its people, more than that.
 * {DUPE}{Quiet}But no... the dead number more than my brothers.
 * {DUPE}{Smile/sneer}What kind of world would this be if Courier killed Courier.{No sound file}
 * {DUPE}{Sneers}I carry nothing for them. Their deaths here were a mercy - compared to the ones that still walk the Divide.
 * {DUPE}{Thinking, slow}Name's died twice to history. If the West thanks you... the East won't, in time. Fall apart, back to the tribes, maybe.
 * {Death sentence}Now you will see what you brought to the Mojave, and that will be {emph}my message to {emph}you.
 * {Death sound}
 * {Delivered as if "still" at beginning}Unless you do the same for the Legate that comes, you'll get no thanks from me. When {emph}that Monster arrives, he's not going to have a leash.
 * {Derision}You gave it a name. What was it to you? Companion? Slave... weapon? All of that, nothing compared to its primary function.
 * {Derisive, echoes player's comment}My family? My tribe lives... {but}its history? Died long ago, fell under the shadow of the Bull... consumed by another symbol.
 * {Derisive, player failed}If you've heard my words and that's all you've taken from them, then I was right to cast them aside.
 * {Derisive}The soldiers of the Bear? They were dead already, their symbol... diseased. Deserved to die as my brothers did at Boulder City, mines, bombs.
 * {Disdain, dismissive}All right... Courier. If the why of it matters to you.{No sound file}
 * {Disdain, player has it wrong}New Canaan? My tribe?
 * {Disdain, player has it wrong}The White Legs? To even claim they were shadows of the Twisted Hairs...
 * {Disdain}Respect the White Legs? That tribe of jackals? Never.
 * {Disdain}You know what it was. {Remembering}Had the symbols of America on it. New markings. From after the Great War.
 * {Disdain}Your future with House has two roads. The road the tribals in Vegas walked... their spirits crushed...
 * {Disdain}Your machine... it's just a tool, made of wreckage of the Divide... {to himself}all that was brought here.
 * {Disgust, bitter, implication is that he wanted to die there}Should've died there... but now that I know you live... {bitter}the machines here... {implied quotes}saved me. I was the only survivor, {to himself}or thought I was.
 * {Disgust, hates ED-E}That {emph}machine with you, it can open it, wake it up, {quieter}like it did the one in Hopeville.
 * {Disgust}If you ever had any ability to hear anything beyond your own footsteps... the Divide silenced it. Now, its voice will end you.
 * {Disgust}Kimball, Caesar, House... you'd think their whole world was that wall, cutting the Colorado. {To himself}If I'd never laid eyes on it, never spoke of it...
 * {Disgust}Scavenger.
 * {Disgust}The idea of a machine bearing a message new to you? Thought that was how House relayed all his messages... {disdain}through his robots.{No sound file}
 * {Disgust}Then Legion kills Legion. Farther you walk from the flag of the Bull, the more West creeps into you.
 * {Dismissive contempt, under his breath}Don't need Old World medicine to kill you.
 * {Dismissive/contempt}Destroying my machines won't help you. This facility will make more.
 * {Dismissive}Beasts from the Divide. To the Divide, they return.
 * {Dismissive}But yes... last I heard, you needed a weapon between your legs to carry one for Caesar.
 * {Dismissive}If so, his handiwork and people belong elsewhere, not in this place. Another symbol, like Bear and Bull, with no meaning in the present.
 * {Dismissive}Power isn't strength. Power can wall off someone, when they {slight emph}believe it's freed them.{No sound file}
 * {Dismissive}Still, takes a long time for such patterns to develop. A longer history than what happened here.
 * {Echo, insulted}Assassin? {Beat, low anger}If killing needs to be done, I'll face my victims... not kill from a distance, like you.
 * {Echoing player's statement}Serves the Legion?
 * {Echoing player}The supply line - the artery for the West? {Disdain, player's missing the point}I have seen the blood of NCR at Legion hands many times.
 * {Echoing the question he asked the Think Tank}"Who are you, that do not know your history?"
 * {Echoing, mocking, shaking head}Even after the road you've walked, you only see a traitor {emph}before you.
 * {Emph}Caesar would be history's hypocrite if he was angry about what happened. I'm not one for it, either.
 * {Emph}If you had been there when it happened. {Beat, quieter}If you had {emph}seen the Divide break, you would know it.
 * {Emph}Legion died here as well. {Beat, but...}What you did... that's not {emph}all that cuts at me.
 * {Emph}Many messages can be taken from that, intended or not. What I do now is an act of conviction.
 * {Emph}Those were the voices of the Big Empty, the past. Couldn't leave well enough alone, had to ask. Had to ask the why of it.
 * {Emph}You carried that thing to the Divide. I know because I followed you as you walked the road, watched you do it.
 * {Farewell}The Divide belongs to history now. {Beat}The Mojave awaits.
 * {Farewell}Then there is nothing more to be done. {Beat}The Mojave awaits.
 * {Firm}Then let's settle this.
 * {Frowns, player's throwing words back at him}But Mojave's proof that no homeland is sacred... until the larger symbols are destroyed.
 * {Frowns, slight testing}You know the why of it. If you don't - I do, and that's enough. {To himself, quieter}Shows trust only walks so far West.
 * {Frowns, slight testing}You struck first. Not just at me... at the Legion. Or so I thought. Not sure of the history of it now.
 * {Frowns, suspicious}You lie. There was only one message in the machine, only one message in the package you brought.
 * {Frowns}Both... both survived, pieces of them. Remnants, nothing more.
 * {Frowns}But you killed like NCR. Like Hanlon, with mines, bombs... missiles. Killed Legion along with the Bear. Like a coward, kills from a distance.
 * {Frowns}If I have the answers, you've earned them.
 * {Frowns}If you seek to anger me, words won't be enough. Your moral ground is weak here in the Divide.
 * {Frowns}That's the wrong word. "Theater" is better - the families, the Bear all on a stage.
 * {Frowns}The robot with {emph}you... {Beat, explains, disgust, hates ED-E}all of them are machines - radios, Old World tech reshaped with new hands. Historians. Couriers, carrying messages.{No sound file}
 * {Frowns}What do I care for your perspective. You walk blindly, foolishly into death, your own and others.
 * {Frowns}You know their flag, a bear with two heads. Symbol's an Old World one, had one head then, better off for it.
 * {Going to}End you.
 * {Got a target}Got you.
 * {Grim, determined}Won't lose you again.
 * {Grim, taunt}Running out of time, Courier.
 * {Half of the Marked Men have died, combat is half over}We've shown them fear, but not enough. More will come.
 * {Himself}Can't be far.
 * {Himself}Don't see anything.
 * {Himself}Not how most would've wanted him to die, either, Bear or Bull.
 * {Introspective, cont}Left marks on them, too. Not Bear, not Bull - now... radiation's marked them, made them equal in history's eyes.
 * {Introspective}Hope of the Old World, wrapped in fencing, covered in storm. Got new inhabitants now other than ghosts, more recent... recruits.
 * {Introspective}Ran with them on the salt beds, at Caesar's command - {recalling Caesar's orders, echoing them}cut the throats of the two-headed Bear, cut all communities off.
 * {Irritated, player hasn't given up - hates Vegas}Your city, Vegas, lies in the other direction... with the rest of its slaves. {Beat}Or is it just, you, {speaking title}Courier, without the lights and ghosts.
 * {Irritated, player hasn't given up}Even in this place, NCR's shadow falls. {Beat}Or is it just, you, {speaking title}Courier, without the Bear's corpse to weigh you down.
 * {Irritated, player hasn't given up}So you came, {disgust}Courier, to what - watch your homeland burn one last time. Kill me, perhaps.
 * {Irritated, player hasn't given up}So you came, {disgust}Frumentarii, {beat, title}Courier - whatever you are now. {Slight mocking}Come to carry out Caesar's law? His voice carries no weight here.
 * {Judging}Maybe that's why you chose Vegas... the lights can blind, make people forget themselves. Their convictions - vows. {No sound file}
 * {Keep low-key, this line will be heard a lot}Something else in you needing an answer?
 * {Keeping voice down, to himself}Checking for movement.
 * {Legion Opening}There's your signal... faint, but there. {Beat, slight condemnation}A woman in Caesar's service. Looks like the Bear has had its victory, after all.{No sound file}
 * {Legion Opening}There's your signal... faint, but there. {Beat, slight condemnation}Charging ahead, like the rest of our brothers, blood in your eyes.{No sound file}
 * {Let a little bit of rage creep in here, this is what he hates}It was a device, a detonator. One I'd never seen before - {little quieter, to himself}or heard before.
 * {Little quiet, as if speaking of a haunted graveyard}But it's more lights than strength. You'll see the way of it soon enough.
 * {Looking at player's inventory}Let's make something new from the old.
 * {Low, slight threat}Spent too many years looking for you - now, letting you come to me.
 * {Marked Men enter the Temple, combat starts}They come for us, East and West alike.
 * {Marked Men enter the temple, dismissive}The dead men of the New World... they've come for you.
 * {Marked Men have been killed, cold contempt}Kill as many as you want - the Divide will birth more.
 * {Marked Men have been killed}Killing them is mercy.
 * {Matter-of-fact}Questions have a habit of making others.
 * {More to himself}As for anger... it is what I carry for the dead, and all that come here.
 * {NCR Opening}There's your signal... faint, but there. {Beat, slight condemnation}Just like NCR - voice without fire, without strength, sick.{No sound file}
 * {Narration}...though whether done as a sign of respect, or in anger for what had been endured to reach this moment - that is unknown.
 * {Narration}At the end of the struggle, only one Courier remained in the heart of the Divide. The {emph}true Courier, Courier Six.
 * {Narration}Caravans and NCR outposts along the route were reduced to ash, an Old World gift from the Divide.
 * {Narration}For Ulysses... his journey was over. The Courier had been the end of {"emph" refers to Ulysses}his road.
 * {Narration}He remained there, perhaps as punishment for the scars he left on the wastes - or a reminder of a history he could not forget.
 * {Narration}Hopeville burned lightless in the night, invisible fires of radiation scorching it from within and without.
 * {Narration}Interpretation is something best left to history, and only the surviving Courier would ever know for certain.
 * {Narration}It is said a man still walked its streets, with a tattered jacket, an Old World flag etched on the back...
 * {Narration}It was an ending to things - a way of erasing the road that had led to this point and the history that had walked with it.
 * {Narration}It's said war - war never changes.
 * {Narration}Legion soldiers died, their silhouettes blasted into the ground and earth, the last word of the last of the Twisted Hairs.
 * {Narration}The Courier tore the ancient flag of the Commonwealth from its cables, and cast it over the corpse...
 * {Narration}The act was discovered 200 years later, as other Couriers explored the Mojave wastes.
 * {Narration}The history of the West was erased for the second time, thorough and complete... and America slept once more.
 * {Narration}The missiles rained like spears down on the land, burning flags and communities alike... destroying all they struck.
 * {Narration}There, they saw NCR relics, reminders of their once proud history.
 * {Narration}Tunnelers and the Marked Men... avoided the lone figure, as if recognizing the Courier's right to passage... or out of fear.
 * {Narration}{Bring it to a close}The lights flickered across the Divide, reminders that the Old World histories persist, and find meaning in the present.
 * {Narration}{Draw it to a close}And this road - has reached its end.
 * {Narration}{Female - correcting the previous statement - war never changes}Women do, through the roads they walk.
 * {Narration}{Female}As for the Courier... she turned her back on her home for the second time and made her way back, navigating the treachery of the Divide.
 * {Narration}{Female}The Courier walked until she stood again upon the edge of the Divide, the last road she would walk before the second battle for Hoover Dam.
 * {Narration}{Female}There, beside her feet, was a final package, from one Courier to another - a footlocker, bearing a gift, and a message.
 * {Narration}{Knowingly, confidentially}But that message - it is something for Couriers to carry, and for them alone.
 * {Narration}{Male - correcting the previous statement}Men do, through the roads they walk.
 * {Narration}{Male}As for the Courier... he turned his back on his home for the second time and made his way back, navigating the treachery of the Divide.
 * {Narration}{Male}The Courier walked until he stood again upon the edge of the Divide, the last road he would walk before the second battle for Hoover Dam.
 * {Narration}{Male}There, beside his feet, was a final package, from one Courier to another - a footlocker, bearing a gift, and a message.
 * {Narration}{Target: Both Factions}The Divide erupted in fire, violent, red, as the last message of the two Couriers arced into the sky...
 * {Narration}{Target: Legion}...missiles fell on the East and the Legion encampment at Dry Wells... where the Twisted Hairs had allied, then been betrayed by Vulpes and Caesar.
 * {Narration}{Target: NCR}...missiles fell on NCR and the Long 15 caravan route beyond the Mojave Outpost, the road the Courier had been walking when the tale began.
 * {Narration}{Target: NCR}As catastrophic as the damage was for NCR, the act made the Courier stronger for having no history, and no retreat.
 * {Narration}{Target: One Faction}The Divide erupted in fire as the flame trail of the two Couriers' last message arced into the sky...
 * {Narration}{Wild Wasteland}{Target: Both Factions}The Couriers finally, really did it. They blew up the lands West and East of the Mojave... damning them all to hell.
 * {Nods}Let's see what gifts the Mojave has for us.
 * {Normal Opening}There's your signal. Faint, but there. {Beat, matter-of-fact}You came, good. Curious, maybe.{No sound file}
 * {Nostalgia increases}It had the name "the Divide," too. But rather than cracks in the earth, it was a road from the West into the Mojave, a supply line.
 * {Paraphrasing message from Caesar}If New Canaan burns, Caesar might {emph}see them. {Scoffs}"Might." Even the chance was a lie.
 * {Player has convinced him, nods, slow, quiet}It is... enough.
 * {Player pointing gun at him, grim}Better be sure.
 * {Player pointing gun at him}Fire, and I won't take it lying down.
 * {Player threw a grenade}Watch the blast!
 * {Power Attack Sound 1}
 * {Power Attack Sound 2}
 * {Prove it}Even if you speak for Vegas and its ghosts, nothing you can do can prevent the missile's launch. {Testing, slow in the middle}Convincing me - changes nothing.
 * {Prove it}The West is not the Divide, and nothing you can do can prevent the missile's launch. {Testing, slow in the middle}Convincing me - changes nothing.
 * {Prove it}The West, the East - they are not the Divide, and nothing you can do can prevent the missile's launch. {Testing, slow in the middle}Convincing me - changes nothing.
 * {Quiet, accusing}I carry no hatred for duty... if that's what this was. The Divide was more than that. Its people, more than that.
 * {Quiet, bring this to a close}If you saw House, you didn’t see a man. An Old World spirit, perhaps - filthy, diseased. If so, killing him was mercy, not cruelty.
 * {Quiet, bring to a close}Can't escape what's been done. History's there... no matter how far you walk.
 * {Quiet, downnote}If they matter... if history matters... we'll see at the end of the road.
 * {Quiet, introspective}Graham earned his life, and his nature... it'll kill him more surely than any blade of the Legion.
 * {Quiet, like let it rest}So if you've heard word of it or seen sign of him, let it keep. {Beat, downnote}Let his history keep.
 * {Quiet, reflective}Big Empty's proof where that road leads. {Beat}Just like the Divide, and all the roads that lead to it.
 * {Quiet, reminding the player}You've seen the marks, the symbol. As early as the Hopeville silo, maybe. Carried it etched on your weapons.
 * {Quiet, respectful}As for my brothers in the Legion... they deserved to die in battle, as do all beneath the flag of the Bull.
 * {Quiet, reverent, bring this to a close}Let House sleep in his chamber. Let him dream of the Old World {emph}he remembers, and keep those memories where they belong, in his head.
 * {Quiet, rueful}It was always my intention - in case I could not kill you, the Marked Men would flood this place, cut off your escape.
 * {Quiet, slight anger}And they won't help you understand me. {Disdain}Keep them, listen, study them - they won't help you here in the Divide.
 * {Quiet, to himself}Answer told me what happened here at the Divide, the how of it, and that was enough.
 * {Quiet, to himself}Gone to ground.
 * {Quiet, to himself}Must've taken cover.
 * {Quieter}And beyond it, a symbol of a two-headed Bear, an idea great enough to challenge Caesar himself.
 * {Quieter}Might be that history needs to have its say. If not, then messages will do.
 * {Quieter}No matter what they suffer... {Reflective}the radiation, fire of the Divide, sustains them. Makes them stronger.
 * {Quieter}The ones that came... were following orders.
 * {Quieter}You haven't seen enough of the Legion yet to see what they worship... what they hold on to, even after what happened to them.{No sound file}
 * {Quieter}You see true. Not scavengers... it's what they wore {slight beat}before this all happened.{No sound file}
 * {Quiet}Burn away the flags. {Beat}Begin again.
 * {Quiet}But no... the dead number more than my brothers.
 * {Quiet}Caesar could command him. Not now. The Bear's going to burn, and burn slow.
 * {Quiet}Comes back, we'll deal with it then.
 * {Quiet}Seeing it end changed me, too.
 * {Quiet}Something nearby.
 * {Quiet}Whatever it was, gone now.
 * {Quiet}When it was connected, it started speaking. And the Divide answered.
 * {Raises an eyebrow, contempt}Wrong? {Beat}No, I know the truth of it.
 * {Rallying}But there's no answer in that. I do this because I care, because I believe it must be done.
 * {Recognition}The braids I wore. They took that from me, thought it made them more like me, more willing to have Caesar listen.
 * {Reflective, Ulysses is getting to the core of the reason of why he's doing all this}The community that was once here... and the package you brought... both had markings of the Divide. Markings of America.
 * {Reflective}Bear and Bull shed too much blood there to let it go. {Beat, "but..."}Can’t stop you from going, wouldn’t.
 * {Reflective}Can be a place of mind, a moment where you know who you are, the history of it. {Beat, back to player}And they can be places you breathe life into.
 * {Reflective}Maybe why you found each other, little piece of the Old World, speaking to you, waiting for you to wake something else up with it.
 * {Reflective}Past their graves of failed technology, they had cared about the flag they had followed... and the people beneath it. Even with them dead and gone.
 * {Reflective}Walk there sometimes, keep the walks short. Still... it's important to see. Something else to answer for.
 * {Reflective}Were signs they were here for a long time, before Marked Men, before what happened to the Divide cracked their sky.
 * {Remarked}Full circle, walked your road - now back again.
 * {Resigned, a little sad}I could no more go back than you could return to the West. {Disgust}To NCR, and all its sickness.
 * {Resolved, closing this up}The tape has the telling of it, don't need me adding to the questions already there.
 * {Respectful for dead}The Legion who died here... they didn't deserve to die, like those that died in the fires of Boulder City... {sneering to self}bombs, Hanlon's gifts.
 * {Respectful}Their deaths were mercy compared to those who still walk. Any who die beneath the flag of the Bull... their death should be in battle.
 * {Scoffs}Blame you? No, {emph}learned from you. Both the weapon to kill a nation, and the strength to do it.
 * {Scoffs}No need to destroy the Bear, just cut its throat.
 * {Scoffs}Not any more. If one existed, the two-headed Bear would have claimed it. And it tried to.
 * {Scorn, player laid a mine, "Hanlon's" a famous mine-layer}Worthy of Hanlon.
 * {Scorn}Bombs won't save you.
 * {Sees a player lay a mine, scorn}A tactic of the Bear.
 * {Shakes his head, regretful, but player did right thing, "No..."}What you did was for the best. The Old World died long ago. Anyone who believes they can make it return and everything will be as it was...
 * {Shrugs}Done with blame, and Caesar was big on strength making right. Seems to me you proved that philosophy to him.
 * {Shrugs}He let another hold a knife to him. If he was weak enough to allow the knife so close to his neck, maybe it needed to be his ending.
 * {Slight accusation}You'll see the extent - the miles of it, soon enough. You need to see it... walk it.
 * {Slight anger, what is this nonsense}There is nothing inside the machine except the means to awaken the missiles in the Divide. {Emph}That is its only message.
 * {Slight confusion, doesn't understand what the player meant}Respect...?
 * {Slight disdain}And you think that you have this strength? Enough for {emph}all of NCR?
 * {Slight disdain}And you think that you have this strength? Enough to hold up NCR, long enough so that Vegas may live again?
 * {Slight frustration}Their answers were madness. And power, stronger than me, would take a hundred Elijahs... someone tougher than him or I to best them in their Dome.
 * {Slight irritation}Things sleep in the Big Empty, the Brotherhood woke them up - can't move quiet, any more than the two-headed Bear can.
 * {Slight reverence}And they awoke. For... a short time.
 * {Slight snide}Still - curiosity drove you this far. Let's see what else it can do.
 * {Slight surprise}What do you m... {"mean," then chuckles}I see the way of it. Have fight in you, at least. Save it for the road ahead.{No sound file}
 * {Slight sympathy for the player, doesn't get it}My history isn't revenge, or hate. The road that brought us {emph}both here - isn't about that.
 * {Slight threat}Legion doesn't know your history. I do. They find out what happened here, how many of their own died... {"they'll want justice"}they'll want an answer.
 * {Slightly amused}Didn’t think I’d be breathing to hear you say that. {Beat, “Still...”}Message isn’t important, meaning is.
 * {Slightly coy, knows where it is}Buried in the Divide. Part of it now.
 * {Slightly dismissive, like not important}It was a piece of machinery... military, holding memories, codes, maybe. {Frowns}When it woke, made these sounds... words.
 * {Slightly doubtful}Too soon to tell what will happen, let history weigh what you’ve done, if it gets that far.
 * {Slightly surprised, player destroyed all his robots}Didn't think you'd outlast the machines. {Slightly pleased, they can settle things personally}Good.
 * {Slow anger, being cagey here, doesn't want to show hand}Want to hear the answer of it. Not just history's answer... your answer for what happened here.
 * {Slow, accusing}You gave life to this place. I followed your road here, saw the Divide. You {emph}led me here, so that I could see.
 * {Slow, building anger}All these roads, {emph}you walked. These packages you carried. Think it wasn't your choice?
 * {Slow, cold}I'm a courier. {Beat}Courier Six... was Courier Six. Like you - and {emph}not like you, in all the ways that matter.{No sound file}
 * {Slow, considering}You seek to use your own crimes to prevent mine. There... is a strange honor in that. Perhaps the shadow of the Bull does walk with you.
 * {Slow, ominous}The message that {emph}one can kill a nation. Can kill a symbol. And all that gather beneath its flag.
 * {Slow, reflective}Nineteen tribes could not do it. All the lights in Vegas cannot.
 * {Slow, surprise}My words? {Beat, contempt}And what do {emph}my words teach you.
 * {Slow, thinking back}I had, did. It was madness... asked them a question in anger. {Beat}Got an answer, more than I expected.
 * {Slow}I don't blame you for the Divide. {Beat, punchline}I blame you for what you made me see.
 * {Smile/sneer}What kind of world would this be if Courier killed Courier.{No sound file}
 * {Smiles, "you want to know the history of it?"}History? Cures a wound, leaves the bitterness that caused it. {To himself, scorn}The Twin Mothers were always about lessons.
 * {Smug, confident}Really. Who's to say the truth of it. You? No. You walked {emph}from this, turned your back on it. Now you and others will answer for it.
 * {Snarls}Of course it was your choice. {Beat}You could have stayed in the Mojave. But you {emph}chose to come, couldn't let be - not in you to let go.
 * {Snarl}Gift from the Divide.
 * {Sneers, anger, player's getting to him}You were tricked. Still, you take pride in it.
 * {Sneers, contempt}Won't {emph}hold it. Divide taught me you don't need to - just cut it off.
 * {Sneers}I carry nothing for them. Their deaths here were a mercy - compared to the ones that still walk the Divide.
 * {Somber remembering}When it spoke, the Divide became fire, the ground... tore apart like the skies. {Beat, this is the punchline}Through it all, kept calling out - maybe calling for home.
 * {Somber}Divide broke their sky, showed them the world above - and the scent of new prey.
 * {Speaking to console}Big Mountain access code... Ulysses. Command override...
 * {Spotted player}Found you.
 * {Spotted player}Movement.
 * {Spotted player}There.
 * {Starts getting nostalgic}There was life, a town, farther West... not talking about an Old World town like Hopeville... more recent. Something you saw in your lifetime.
 * {Stops, realizing}I see your meaning. You're tying this to {emph}our history... but it is different. The symbol I destroy, it has already proven itself wrong.
 * {Studying weather, log to himself, thinking back}Emptiness here - like the sands of the Great Salt Lake, echoed. {Beat}The beating in the Divide sky... like storm drums of the White Legs.
 * {Surprised}That question... {Beat, chewing it over}either you walked the Big Empty... {beat, nods}you found the last of the holotapes.
 * {Surprised}The tapes... {slightly impressed}didn't think those would be found... you know the Divide better than I thought.
 * {Suspicious}If you feel I do not know the Legion's strength - then I will listen.
 * {Taunt, derisive}It's a messenger. Like us... and it shares our history.
 * {Taunt, dismissive}Come all this way - to die alone.
 * {Taunt, edged}But you had to make one last delivery, and that's why I knew you'd come, Courier. Couldn't stay away, it's who you are.
 * {Taunt, snarl}I'll end you - and your history.
 * {Taunt, then cold, he's enjoying this}If you feel its loss... remember you could have turned away at any time. Gone back home, and none of this would have happened.
 * {Thinking about self and player}When one is ruined like Graham was... sometimes home is the only place left. If so, he went to New Canaan, Caesar's anger written on him like a book.
 * {Thinking, resolved to die}Our enemies gather outside... shadows of the Bear and Bull... they will have found their way in, just as you did.
 * {Thinking, slow}Name's died twice to history. If the West thanks you... the East won't, in time. Fall apart, back to the tribes, maybe.
 * {Thinking}Antivenom's helpful around the Mojave with the Bark Scorpions. Even one sting can kill you. {Beat}Tunneler bite can be just as bad.
 * {Thinking}You were the only one willing to make the journey to and from here... a hard road. Kept the land before the Divide alive through seasons, storms...
 * {This is the end sequence}If we cannot prevent what comes, then let us make our stand here. {Beat, final, somber}Two Couriers, together, at the Divide.
 * {To himself, about player}Stronger than I thought.
 * {To himself, echoing Caesar’s orders}Caesar’s orders. {Emph}Every supply line gets cut, every community that feeds the Bear... cut its throat, starve the Mojave.
 * {To himself, robot is destroyed}Another Old World soldier falls.
 * {To himself}And if not, then I'm afraid what's going to happen when they come creeping back.
 * {To himself}Chance for a new nation, new beginning. New way of thinking.
 * {To himself}End of the road.
 * {To himself}Gone.
 * {To himself}Hear something.
 * {To himself}Might be a lesson there, in you and me. {"I'll"}Leave the thought behind the message to you.
 * {To himself}Must've took off. Won't leave - not yet.
 * {To himself}My flag rests here.
 * {To himself}Need to get some distance.
 * {To himself}Not after the work we'd done to cut off New Canaan, other routes, killing caravans... all we'd done to make the West bleed.
 * {To himself}Old World's running out of machines.
 * {To himself}Promises to keep. 'Courier shall not kill Courier.' Always - let them live, spread the word.
 * {To himself}So it's to be my ending, then.
 * {To himself}Something's here.
 * {To himself}Thought it might be America come again. {Beat}Promise of another future. Another flag.
 * {To player}End of the road.
 * {Ulysses Fighting Eyebots have been disabled, matter-of-fact}Just you and me, then. {Slight beat, firm}Always was.
 * {Ulysses Fighting Eyebots have been turned against him, slight surprise}Took my machines? {To himself}Hnh. Underestimated you.
 * {Ulysses Healing Eyebots have been disabled, dismissive}Can't stop the Old World's return, Courier.
 * {Ulysses Healing Eyebots have been turned against him, slight anger}Machines might keep you alive, but they won't save you.
 * {Vegas Opening}Taking your chances, coming here. {Disgust}Just like bringing the lord of Vegas his tribute, bending your knee to Old World ghosts.{No sound file}
 * {Warning}Watch yourself.
 * {Warning}When you drink it, down it all in one shot, or your stomach's not going to want to keep going after the second drink.
 * {Watching the perimeter of the temple, in combat}Not now. Let's settle things here.
 * {Watching the perimeter of the temple}If we're done here, let's leave the Divide behind. If we get separated, I'll meet you above Hopeville, near the Canyon Wreckage.
 * {Weighing the player's words}There is truth in that. History has proven it.
 * {quiet disgust}...and then... they tried to honor {emph}me - not the Legion.
 * {trying to convince himself}{emph}...can't have been just a job. {Accusing}Was something more to you. Don't feel for a place that hard unless it's home.