Like Father, Like Son?
The Lone Wander, James Williams Jr., has finally found his father. Months of searching, months of worry, months of danger, of pain. And what does his Dad want to do when they reunite? Go reactivate the hydroponic experiment he spent years pooling into that never turned up results.
"Did you hear me, Junior?"
"Don't call me junior", the Wanderer said coldly.
"S...sorry son", James replied softly. The whole trip to Rivet City had been like this the moment James said he wanted to go back to Project Purity. "Did you hear me though? The Wastelands are dangerous, we can't afford to call attention to ourselves with you shooting up every single Mirelurk you see."
"You know what, Dad?", Jim Jr. spat out angrily, "I had to shoot through hoards of Super Mutants, several tribes of armed to the teeth Raiders, and a shit ton of laser spewing robots to find you, so whatever comes at me, I can handle, O.K. !"
"Jesus, son", James yelled, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me?! Whats wrong with you?! You leave your only son alone to face the unknown while you go and pursue some pipe dream!? You leave me to fend for my self, to face the horrors and persecution you abandoned me at?! And you want to know what's wrong with me?! FUCK YOU!"
There was a long pause between the two of them. No sounds were uttered, no words crossed as the father and his only child starred at each other, one filled with anger, the other now drowning in guilt.
"...son...son I'm sorry. I had no idea things would turn out the way they did. I..I'm so sorry ,James", his father sadly replied, hugging his boy.
"Sigh", the Wanderer said, straighting his pre war hat as he pulled out of the hug, "it's okay, Dad. Let's get moving."The hero of the Wastes moved on, lighting a scavenged cigar as he stomped on a Radroach crossing his path.
James couldn't help but think, as he saw his son walk somberly in front of him, that things would never be the same between them ever again. He made a mental note to discuss their problems with Jim in the future.
Sadly, that conversation would never happen.