"Is it true, Danse?"
"I'm afraid it is, Brother. I am a Synth." Danse replied, with a defeated tone.
The room was empty, except for two figures. The first was that of Danse, alone and unarmoured, having left his power armour behind to escape his pursuers more quickly. The second was that of the Sole Survivor, in resplendent T60-B Brotherhood Power Armour, towering over the Synth, with his Plasma rifle pointed at the 'traitor'.
"Then.. you know what I must do." The Sole Survivor stated, looking his friend in the eye and searching for any trace of fight left in him.
He found none.
"Yes... all synthetic life must be eradicated so as to remove the abhorrent misuse of science created by those who do not understand why science must remain pure, and why robotic life should remain under human control. I believe the same, Brother, and that is why I am so dejected. I remember it all, from my childhood to becoming a Paladin, and yet, here I stand, a monument to that which I had sworn to purify."
"If it's any consolation, Danse, I still count you as my friend." The Survivor said, with a hint of warmth.
Danse portrayed a flicker of a smile before it vanished from his face, replaced with a sense of purpose and a very human questioning of why fate had spurned him so.
"If I am to die, let me die well; fighting our enemies."
The Survivor's mouth slowly grew in to a smile, and then he was grinning.
"I have the perfect idea."