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Thoughts of Trust
Robert sat next the to fire, thinking about life. He had been in the wastes for months now, after the Overseer's goons had ran him out of the vault that he had lived in since he had been a baby. After entering the Wasteland, he had become a rallying point for all of the good folk in the Capital Wasteland, saving hundreds of lives and killing those who were evil. He had fought and destroyed this branch of the Enclave with the help of his friends. Friends…
He look to his left, towards Fawkes. Fawkes, Robert thought, was probably one of the only handful of people with a more screwed up life than himself. Fawkes had been mutated, and nearly lost his sanity because of it. He had held on though, through sheer force of will. He now sat, just as Robert was, staring at the fire. The massive laser gatling gun he carried was sitting in his lap, ready at any moment to be brought up shooting. Robert had complete trust in almost no one. Fawkes was an exception.
To Roberts right, sat Dogmeat. Dogmeat had been saved by Robert from some raiders a week ago, and had since been a good companion, charging into any situation to protect his master from harm. Robert scratched the Dog's ear appreciatively before moving his thoughts along.
Even the Brotherhood, who had taken him in when he needed it, didn't deserve total loyalty. Robert knew, and accepted the fact, that if it came down to the point where letting Robert die would help the greater good, the Brotherhood would abandon him. But until that point, he would serve the Brotherhood to his best, aiding them in their mission to save the Wasteland.
His thoughts finally came around to Amata. His closest friend while he lived in the vault, and one of the few to help him in his rush to escape it when the Overseer attempted to have him killed. Her being the daughter of the Overseer, this was astounding. But even she turned her back on him eventually. The Overseer had gone mad with power, and he had went back to the Vault to straighten things out. Amata's father was blinded with rage, and had attacked him. Despite his absolute power in the vault, the man had died, just like anyone else, and Robert had once again been banished from the Vault.
And so now he sat, in the middle of the desert, with a Mutant, and a dog to keep him company. For now that he thought about it, there were a great many people who he liked, and many who like him, but there were only two, these two, who he absolutely and completely trusted.