WHAT DO YOU MEAN ? A Collection Of Various Questions That Can Be Asked. Feel Free To Change Around Anything

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ? a collection of various questions that can be asked. feel free to change around anything that needs to be !!

" what do you mean ? "

" oh, so now you can tell me ? "

" are you asleep ? "

" do you hate me or something ? "

" can i help you with that ? "

" is that blood ? "

" where did you find this ? "

" do you remember how it used to be ? "

" do you miss me ? "

" can you turn out the light ? "

" did you have a nightmare ? "

" will i always be second best ? "

" why do you love me ? "

" did you apologize ? "

" do you want more rest ? "

" are you okay ? "

" are you going to finish that ? "

" where are you going ? "

" is that smoke ? "

" didn't you quit drinking ? "

" does your mother know ? "

" are we going to be parents ? "

" how do i look ? "

" can i hold you ? "

" is that a puppy ? "

" can i kiss you ? "

" where did that scar come from ? "

" can you hear my voice ? "

" will you shut up for a second ? "

" are you satisfied ? "

" where are you ? "

" where the hell did you go ? "

" why do i smell smoke ? "

" did you try to make me dinner ? "

" will you go out with me ? "

" will you go on a date with me ? "

" will you marry me ? "

" could you please kiss me goodnight ? "

" are you kidding me right now ? "

" did you shut the door on your way out ? "

" can you see me ? "

" did you get a picture of it ? "

his expression grows thoughtful, dark brows drawing together in concern. the wasteland is so complex. such nuance seldom presented itself in the institute. the scientists saw things as black and white; human and synth; worthy and unworthy.

❝ i'm sure some did die, ❞ he relents quietly. chris tries not to think of it. he hardly knew any of the other synths, sentient or otherwise. the institute never allowed them to socialize. ❝ but there are some things worse than death, aren't there? ❞ he tilts his head, eyes searching nora's. ❝ if the other option was to stay down there forever ... ❞ he trails off. ❝ i'm grateful to be alive, but it's only worthwhile out here. when i get to choose who i am. ❞

at her next question, his posture straightens, his mouth setting stubbornly.

❝ yeah, i do. ❞ who knew when liam and z1-14 would have been able to set them free? and even then, the institute would never stop seeking him out. ❝ maybe there was another way, but you clearly did what you did because you believed it was the right thing. the safe thing! ❞

he doesn't feel good about the bloodshed, would have never been able to kill to gain his own freedom, but that's why hard decisions fall upon people like nora. people who make the difficult sacrifices to protect others.

❝ it doesn't sound like it was an easy choice, either. ❞

nora holsters her pistol to her leg as soon as chris begins to talk, already aware by his tone that he means no harm and that this isn't just some plot to trick her into letting her guard down. of course, there's a part of her that remains wary, but for now he's given her enough to let her trust him. there's nothing more she'd love than to trust everyone she meets right off the bat, but experience has taught her that's not possible in this world. it's something she's sure chris will experience soon.

she listens to his explanation attentively, staying silent as she takes in all the information. he doesn't know if anyone else made it out. got rushed out in the chaos. and he thinks she ... saved him? all of them?

nora's brows furrow deeply, a look that's more irritation than confusion. it's not really targeted at him; it's a product of all the criticism she's faced, all the people telling her she made the wrong decision not to issue the evac when she feels she did the right thing. she's the general, right? it's her job to make the hard decisions, so that's what she did. she wasn't going to risk anyone in the institute hurting anyone else in the commonwealth ever again; they'd caused enough harm and their scientists had only contributed to it. they didn't deserve to live.

the risk was too high. kill the ant's nest, rid the commonwealth of the problem once and for all ... how could she trust that the people who escaped if she issued that evac wouldn't come for her or her settlements later? put her loved ones at risk? take and take and take from her until there was nothing left? no. no loose ends. no second chances. no lying awake at night wondering when or if they might attack.

"i didn't save you," nora responds quickly, sternly. "i chose not to issue an evac and killed countless others before i blew that place up." nora's brows soften somewhat, trying to piece together his opinions in her head. "you could have died if you hadn't gotten out of there in time. maybe some other synths did." it was a chance she had to take to ensure the safety of the commonwealth.

there's a brief pause as nora glances over chris again: she feels somewhat guilty for offloading this onto him, but here's a chance to finally settle on whether her decision was right vs. wrong for good. and, truthfully, over the past few weeks this decision has been tearing her apart. what hurts more is the fact that some of the people she cares about disagree so strongly ...

"do you still think i saved you?"

* MAYBE I'LL SAY MAYBE. [ . . . ] sentence starters from interplay entertainment's fallout: a post nuclear role playing game. feel free to change pronouns / tense as necessary.

we've got a problem. a big one.

simply put, we're running out of drinking water.

tough times tan the human hide.

have you been through the mountains west of here ?

you must answer my questions or leave. this is not a matter of choice.

i mean, it is home and all, but it's so boring !

this place gives me the creeps,

little light on funds, huh ?

you're worse off than i am, friend.

i was young, but i do remember that.

i was in bad shape, and . . . well, i passed out.

how the hell should i know ? [ name ] would've known if anybody could.

all i got is clothes and freedom, and the latter's debatable.

that is nightmare city, why the hell you asking about that ?

anything i can do for you ?

get your butt in here and sit down.

you look like you're new here.

my name's not important.

i have come seeking a blessing.

no way, spaghetti face.

i hope for your sake that was an attempt at humor.

attitude ? i'll show you attitude !

i'm not that kind of girl, mister.

well, you might be right. it's gonna cost you, though.

i really don't know very much. honest.

you sound scared.

never cry over spilled milk . . . or damaged goods.

does your brain hurt too ?

evil is when brave people can't be brave anymore.

there's got to be a moral standard somewhere !

don't fret, i keep a straight word.

is there another method we haven't thought about ?

world to ashes, ashes to growth.

you think the rest of us could survive that ?

it's not like i know how to do anything useful.

i know you're trying your best and that means a lot.

my heart bleeds for them.

you are walking death, a plague in human form.

where you step, blood flows like a river.

the world tends toward destruction, so we try to make a difference.

that's kind of two - faced, isn't it ?

luck has nothing to do with it.

i have faith in you.

it's silly of me, i know.

you have a problem with how i do this, you just keep it to yourself, got it ?

this would mean that all my work has been for nothing.

i think i know who the liar is.

you are a villain. you're just denying your inner feelings.

you're lying !

you're denying the facts right in front of you !

i am not here to answer your questions. you are here to answer mine.

there is no hope.

leave now, leave, while you still have hope.

i've made a lot of tough decisions since i took this position. 

you're a hero.

you have to leave.

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@bldrdsh said: “Let’s get you some food.” from marshal @ either kate or james :]

hands on her hips, kate lets her head hang, chin near bumping her chest as takes in a shaky breath. she should have left this to the minutemen. sanctuary hills had only been her home for a short time when the bombs fell, but that doesn't change a damn thing, because, here she is, turning her neighbors' lives to scrap, all while pretending her own home, dilapidated as it is, doesn't even exist.

she gives another glance from beneath her lashes at the family photo that elicted the reaction in the first place. she can't even remember the names of the smiling faces peering at her through broken glass and two centuries of dust.

all those people ... and not a soul to remember who they were.

marshall's voice startles her, and she stands ramrod straight. she hurriedly swipes away a few stray tears she hadn't known escaped her.

❝ lunch already? ❞ she asks with a weak smile. ❝ i was just finished here, anyway. ❞

@butnobodyhome liked for a starter from catherine!

❝ hm. ❞ catherine tilts her head upwards, wide eyes watching the airship float past. she recognizes the brotherhood insignia, even before they begin declaring themselves. the brotherhood of steel she knew ( the one tainted by madison's disdain for the faction ) never wielded such firepower. ❝ what do you make of that? ❞ she asks, leaning back against the power noodles bar and reaching for her half-finished bottle of nuka cola.

❝ looks and sounds like trouble to me. ❞