Prologue
If you knew the tale behind the talons, would you still allow me within your walls? If you knew the past that shapes my present, would you still say you hold me as a friend?
If you knew me… would you still trust me?
Would you still allow me within the sheltering walls of Spargus City, still call me a Wastelander; still think of me as a person and not as a beast?
How often I have pondered those questions, and I still have no answers. Will I ever find answers? Nay, I think not.
So I ask you, in my desperation…
If you knew me, would you trust me?
If you knew the true creature behind the scars, the claws and the tail, would you still call me friend?
If you knew me, would you forgive me?