[ It's an honest sentiment. Most of the population dead, including those who fucked things up for everyone else? Not having to deal with the overpopulation on the streets anymore, let alone law enforcement's attempt at crackdowns, let alone the fake philanthropy or whatever it was the UN thought it was doing to help? Clear out all of the bullshit? Yeah, he could live with that.
It's probably not all that different to when the rocks hit, except for the massive weather changes, the reshaping of some landscapes. Those had made things a little more difficult to deal with. Rest of it hadn't bothered him.
He takes his eyes off of the surrounding landscape, focuses back on Nadine when she describes a childhood. Suspiciously close to his own. Not exactly, but the broad strokes are there. The conversation they'd had when neither of them had had their memories starts making a bit more sense now, too.
And she's right. He's not going to give sympathy. All the bad shit already happened; there's no point. All he'll be bothered to offer is understanding, which... it's rare he can offer that. Might as well. ]
Never had to move around much myself. Friend of my mom's looked after me, so I had that going. Probably made things better than they would've been otherwise. [ Having stability amid it all. He doesn't know what he'd have done if he hadn't had Lydia. Genuinely, he has no answer. ] But yeah, I get being locked in. Only way to leave Baltimore was to die. It's not the kind of place you escape otherwise. 'course, we also didn't have any of this. [ The landscape. ] If it didn't make a real difference for you, though, then yeah. Wouldn't have for me either.
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[ It's an honest sentiment. Most of the population dead, including those who fucked things up for everyone else? Not having to deal with the overpopulation on the streets anymore, let alone law enforcement's attempt at crackdowns, let alone the fake philanthropy or whatever it was the UN thought it was doing to help? Clear out all of the bullshit? Yeah, he could live with that.
It's probably not all that different to when the rocks hit, except for the massive weather changes, the reshaping of some landscapes. Those had made things a little more difficult to deal with. Rest of it hadn't bothered him.
He takes his eyes off of the surrounding landscape, focuses back on Nadine when she describes a childhood. Suspiciously close to his own. Not exactly, but the broad strokes are there. The conversation they'd had when neither of them had had their memories starts making a bit more sense now, too.
And she's right. He's not going to give sympathy. All the bad shit already happened; there's no point. All he'll be bothered to offer is understanding, which... it's rare he can offer that. Might as well. ]
Never had to move around much myself. Friend of my mom's looked after me, so I had that going. Probably made things better than they would've been otherwise. [ Having stability amid it all. He doesn't know what he'd have done if he hadn't had Lydia. Genuinely, he has no answer. ] But yeah, I get being locked in. Only way to leave Baltimore was to die. It's not the kind of place you escape otherwise. 'course, we also didn't have any of this. [ The landscape. ] If it didn't make a real difference for you, though, then yeah. Wouldn't have for me either.