The memory of your face keeps dragging me along.
She can feel herself hesitating despite the insane amount of pressure being placed on her right now. Her eyes shut closed as she gulps, an overwhelming sense of fear coming over her.
No, she can't do it. She's way too young and she hasn't exactly lived yet. Sure, being thrown out into the wasteland for months, living every single day as if it were her last sounded a lot like living - fighting for her life - but still. She was still so unaccomplished.
Sentinal Lyons prods at her, repeating the same thing she's been saying all along - according to Dr. Li, the place will blow if something isn't done and they can't risk waiting any longer. Then why don't you go in there? She almost says out of spite, but then her eyes flutter open and she can almost swear that she saw that familiar face inside the purifier.
She wonders for a minute if she's gone crazy.
Blinking repeatedly and rubbing her eyes for further measure, she can't help but feel disappointed when it turns out to be empty. However, said disappointment melts away when a sudden sense of determination fills her. Seeing him must have been some sort of sign, a sign to continue his life's work. After all, this is what he would have wanted, right?
"All right. I'm going." She tells the Brotherhood member firmly, stepping inside. The door quickly shuts and she nearly winces when she hears Butch's voice. "C'mon, Nel! You don't have to do this!" That's the first time he's ever called her by her name (well, a nickname that even remotely resembles her name is better than nothing) rather than an insult.
But she can't turn back now. Reciting her mother's favorite scripture in her head, she approaches the panel and delicately types the numbers in.
2 - 1 - 6.
In mere moments, she's on he ground and as her consciousness fades, the last thing she notices is that in place of the Thomas Jefferson statue, there was her father instead.
a/n: maybe she's hallucinating at the end, maybe the radiation got to her before killing her. who knows?