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"Ooh I'm feral now!" He roared launching himself at the raider crouched atop her. He'd said it before. He said it every time she went down in a fight, and that meant he said it often. When her knee hit the ground he just saw red. And then he made that red splash the ground, a sacrifice to the goddess of beauty he had chosen to follow.
"One day-" She stood and brushed herself off, sticking the long needle of a stimpack into her arm and watching as all her ailments righted themselves. He didn't like thinking about it but he knew she was right.
"Drop it love, I don't like seein you sad."
"Will you remember me?" She knew the answer.
"It won't be me." He cleaned off his knife on the raider's shirt.
"It'll have your eyes." She looked off into the night, sadness tinting her words like a shadow on a hot day. Black, darkness, his eyes were the same as every other ghoul out there, so why was that what she thought about?
"You put a bullet right here, alright?" He grabbed the end of her gun and pressed it to his forehead. Her eyes were wide, frightened, glittering with unshed tears. "You put it down cuz it aint me and you don't cry cuz I had a pretty great life. I got you didn't I?" He smiled. She pulled her gun out of his hands and holstered it hastily. "Now stop snifflin and let's get goin, yea?"
"Yeah." Her voice was small, soft, her hand clenched, wanting his hand to hold his but biting her lip and denying herself.