The war ended today, at least this war for New Vegas. The NCR can have it.
The tales of power and might I heard as a child brought to life. We humans will take back that which is rightfully ours.
I'm compelled to tell whoever might read this one day that Caesar, Edward, was a disease that wanted to consume us all. To see him lain before me was such intoxicating relief.
I washed his blood off of my father's Tesla armor. I wonder sometimes... how many? I could ask Daisy, but I won't. My thoughts keep drifting back to all the times growing up that Johnson said that my father was a good man, told me I was like him in a lot of ways. If I carry on any part of his legacy, let me be good.
Daisy, Johnson, Judah, and Nicole are safe with me. Daisy hasn't lost her touch, had us back in the air and out of NCR territory before anyone could start to ask questions. The Remnants made it clear that getting the Vertibird and suits back in the bunker was a priority. I imagine they've always hoped, on some level, that their fellow countrymen from the East are going to arrive one day.
Ruth showed up with Veronica, Ignacio, and that Eyebot she calls Ed-E in tow. I don't know if they're running from or towards something, but they will follow her. I couldn't face Ignacio. Not yet, not tonight.
Doc Henry left us just as soon as we landed, says he's going right back up to his lodge in the mountains. I don't think he's afraid of what might come.
Moreno died today. I don't think he could stand the idea of running again, wanted to go out on his own terms. For all that he maintained that America had ended for us the day we left Navarro, these past few weeks have been like watching him come to life again after decades, newly imbued with purpose. I hope that he went knowing that he gave the last full measure to what was still his country. In the morning I'll lay him to rest outside this bunker. I hope he'll finally find peace here, in the shadow of everything that he lived and died for.
We brought a child (aged perhaps eight or nine) with us, Melody. I found her in the Legate's tent, frozen with fear and clutching a patched up teddy bear that's seen better days. The horror I felt… I couldn't leave her alone there. Nicole helped lure her back to the Vertibird with the promise of water and ration bars. What little we could get out of her was that her father was killed when the Legion came, and that her mother didn't make it to this camp. Nicole is tending to her now, as we rest and gather our strength for all that comes next.
I trust Ruth. Trusted her when she said this battle could be won, that New Vegas deserved better than subjection to unjust kings. Trusted her as my hands shook getting into that godforsaken suit of power armor. I'm not sure I trust her, now, when she tells me I am more than my father's son.
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?