[color=ed1c24][u][b]James Gregor Castner[/b][/u][/color]

"Uh.  Right," she offered as paltry response.  "Generations of us have been told...been conditioned, to stay in after dark.  The fog is disorienting on any given day.  Add some scant moonlight and foolishness and you have a death wish," Corrine finished, bitterly.  She paused.  "I know my way around, that much is true.  An' I'm committed to helping us succeed to the best of my...ability.  Or, whatever."  Corrine turned her gaze to her toes.


He only nodded to that, recognizing that his attempt to motivate had failed. It was always Sarah’s job wasn't it? He suddenly felt strangely awkward. Earnest conversations like this had been few and far between for him since Maxson’s rule. 

He thought he could see her cheeks turn red in the moonlight when he asked her about Steve. "I only met him this afternoon," she admitted.  "He was soft spoken and polite.  Then, it turns out, he's smart, an' good at fixing things.  Plus, he seems to like me, enough."  She turned her gaze back up towards Castner's face, smiling sheepishly.  "I don't know if it's just that I haven't felt like that in a long time, or if he's the real deal, but I..."  She crossed her arms, pulling her coat tighter around her body.  "I hope we live to see tomorrow, and many more."

This time his nod was knowing when he lacked words. It was like how it had been years ago. Standing at the Citadel gates, Colleen telling him she hoped they would live to see the future after the crawler was destroyed, he told her they would if they trusted Lyons and their training, she nodded and he nodded when they should have held eachother, and they went to work. 

Colleen broke the reflection. "Why do you ask, though?"


He didn't say anything for a long moment. He had repressed those memories for a long time, and he was abashed he was being triggered like this. But when he spoke again there was an unfamiliar emotional quality to his voice, “You just need to hold him close, and enjoy the moments you have.”, he answered unsteadily, fighting to regain composure and succeeding. His tone returned to normal “Now, the device seemed to point west.(OOC not 100% sure on Far Harbor geography, and I suppose the status of the Vertibird is up to Andro) I'm guessing heading directly there isn't a good option. What's the safest route to head that direction?”