into him at this point.
This is something he can never completely undo.
Ulysses' gaze turns towards the water tower, then to her.
"Unless, courier, you have a better idea."
into him at this point.
This is something he can never completely undo.
Ulysses' gaze turns towards the water tower, then to her.
"Unless, courier, you have a better idea."
That's his reasoning.
By the time anyone would be trained well enough to traverse the Divide, those mutants will have already cleared a path towards Vegas, by which point it won't even matter anymore.
. . . . .
A sigh from the courier.
Couldn't help himself but explain. It's ingrained
>>
That's his reasoning.
By the time anyone would be trained well enough to traverse the Divide, those mutants will have already cleared a path towards Vegas, by which point it won't even matter anymore.
. . . . .
A sigh from the courier.
Couldn't help himself but explain. It's ingrained
>>
"hell? no — not hell, that was the divide. this, the wastes, they carry opportunity."
in other words; as much as he dislikes being away from his post, this is a welcome change.
"hell? no — not hell, that was the divide. this, the wastes, they carry opportunity."
in other words; as much as he dislikes being away from his post, this is a welcome change.