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The information that Cooper gave her was hard to hear. Even if she knew that it was true in her heart. That what she had been taught and what she taught others was a sham. Perhaps she could find solace in the fact ethics were universal. Even if it seemed, they had very little place in the wasteland. Pristine white teeth bit into her bottom lip. It was a horrifying feeling, knowing your whole life had been an experiment, a lie. “Before the bombs dropped?” Astonishment crossed her features, “How is that even possible? He’d have to be over two hundred years old as well.”

“Holy moly,” was all Lucy could bring herself to say with the latest revelation. Though when Cooper said she had a smart mouth – she smiled. She supposed she’d always be a curious over achiever, even if she didn’t always reach her goals. She always tried. The moment he brings up a daughter who may be dead or frozen; her face turned sullen. “I’m so sorry Cooper.” Perhaps she was too forgiving of her partner of circumstance. She should hate him. But the more she hears about his past the more her heart felt for him. “We’ll find out the truth, both our truths. I’ll help in whatever way I can.”

“What’s alimony?” Lucy looked at Cooper a bit confused. That was a word that she had never heard before. Whatever it was, her certainly didn’t seem to like it. She would have to do none of whatever this alimony was. The smile caught Lucy off guard, it still was a nice smile. He did have a certain ghoulish charm when he was dragging her dehydrated across the wasteland. “Thank you. Call me an old-fashioned girl I guess.” It brought more of a giggle; it was weird that they could laugh about it now. But she supposed neither of them were too worse for wear in the end. The moment he agreed with her on something, her eyes lit up. “Right? It just didn’t feel like your character at all.” The compliment caused her to blush, “You really think so? Honestly, I probably would be what I am now; a school teacher. Or was, anyway.”

"History is written by those on top. They teach you what they want you to know. Or how they want you to know." Perhaps it's the soldier in him, he had been disgruntled with the government and Vault-Tec and other companies for a while. Ever since they send him and other men to fight a war with an armor that had a fatal flaw. One they didn't bother to fix in the future, proving his point. To them, they don't really matter. "Your daddy worked with my ex-wife at Vault-Tec. And knowing now both of them, how they were. . .I wouldn't be surprised she decided to start doing little tricks close to home." Never Janey, no, their daughter was precious, but him?

After the divorce and the threats and everything else, he wouldn't see why not. "You know, you really got that smart mouth on ya', makin' everyone talk their asses off." He is sure he hasn't talked this much since he was on the big screen, and even then, his characters had often been the silent, sullen sheriff types. And that one spy movie he did to test the waters. "I know Vault-Tec has my family somewhere. My daughter. Dead, or frozen or whatever, I want to know where she is." He had left her in safety and now he wants to know if she was in the good vaults.

"Perhaps if the misses is there, shoot her once or twice. All that alimony for nothin'." He was workin' hard and she dropped bombs on him, quite literally, really. Green eyes look over, flashing a smile that once could be considered charming. "Fair enough. No more removal of limbs." He teases then cleaning dirty hands on the hem of his coat and listening in. It strikes a cord, that she thinks as he did. It doesn't fit the character, he had said to the studio but the studio barely cared. "And you are right, Lucy MacLean. The studio wanted it that way despite me being against it. The ending is shit." He agrees on, finally, they do agree on something. "You would've made a Hollywood darlin', sweetheart. You would've stolen my job from me."