Arms crossed and eyes straight ahead. His blue eyes bore into me.
"I saved the vault… and now your kicking me out?" he quietly spoke. His hands were clenched and his legs were shaking.
I closed my eyes and thought about all the times he saved me. But it wasn't about that. I was the new overseer. I have to protect my people. Even if it mean't sacrificing this friendship.
"You're a hero, but you have to leave. I'm sorry." I handed over a modified utility jumpsuit and a hug.
"I'm so sorry"
He pushed me off. "Whatever. This was never my home. I never had any friends here. I never had a mother. Now I lost my father. Fuck you and fuck this vault."
I flinched. My throat felt dry and sticky. I saw his retreating back. I saw him hug old lady palmer and say goodbye to Frankie and Susie. I heard his footsteps and Butch's goodbyes. I heard my heart breaking. Now I understood my father.
I can't let feelings cloud my judgment as overseer.
So I turned my back and walked to James's office. I cracked open the frame with his picture.
In our younger days.
It was always me. I always was in trouble. With my stupid plans and dumb ideas. Even though I was the overseer's daughter I never took the blame. He did. He was always so lonely. His only friends were Jonas and me.
I can't even think straight.
I lost my best friend.
I heard a thud in the back of me. I turned my neck so fast it gave me whiplash.
It was Butch who fell face first into Beatrice's dry blood.
"OOPS. Sorry bout that Amata, but that spaz just left. And I wanna go out too! Please, please, please!"
I smiled.
"Yeah, get out. And if you see him again."
He looked up.
"Tell him to stop being so lonely."
He smiled.
"Sure thing Amata."
I looked at the picture again.
Yeah… I did the right thing.
Because I always do.
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Authors Notes: I hate Amata. End of story.
Disclaimer: I don't own fallout 3.