Sound took a long swig of his cider, finishing the rest of it before setting it down on the table. His smile had faded and he looked rather somber. “The waste is a terrible place filled with nightmares and monsters that no pony can comprehend. I have seen things that no pony should ever see,” Sound subconsciously looked at the revolver in the holster he was wearing. “things that I wish I never saw. I’ve seen ponies kill eachother for every reason imaginable, from squabbles over food to just cuz they think its fun….” Sound went quiet for a few moments, looking down at his empty beer.

“…. And yet.” Sound looked up at Spark smile returning to his face. “I think your absolutely right. There is still good out there… true its become much harder to come by but I’ve lived in the wastes my entire life and I have seen some amazing things crawl out from underneath all that darkness. I won’t lie to myself, I ain’t a very smart pony so I’ve never been able to understand any of those medicines or sciences. So I just do what I do best and see if I can make the wastes an easier place for ponies like you.” Sound drew his gun and flipped it into the air and let it fall on the tip of his nose and balancing it in place at the crook of the handle. “I may not be able to do the kind of good you do but I do my part.”

Sound lifted his forehoof and put it on the table and the naised it to her. “I propose a deal. I will make sure you get through this entire trek unharmed and whole, if you promise that you will stick to your goal and show these ponies that there is still good in this fucked up world. No matter what you see or happens, you never give up that dream. Deal?” Sound had a big grin on his face and nodded to his raised hoof.