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A young man lies in a tent under a sky full of stars. His terror of the night still hasn’t lessened but that’s not why he’s crying tears onto his sleeping bag. He’s alone, filthy, feeling so lost and defeated. Weeks have passed since he and Harkness explored Jefferson Memorial and found the holotapes James left behind. Logan let himself believe his dad left them on purpose, like he somehow knew his son wasn’t far behind.
But now he just feels like an idiot. His dad didn’t leave anything for him, he’s not waiting for Logan, he doesn’t care about him. Lying to someone their entire life and leaving them behind isn’t love.
Logan almost died today. He wandered the wasteland like he does every day. And then he saw it. A deathclaw.
The monster everybody has warned him about. Ten feet tall, razor sharp teeth, claws that could shred his body like paper. How the fuck is a human supposed to fight a creature of that strength and speed? Did he even survive the encounter? Is he in some sort of weird purgatory, cursed to roam the wasteland for eternity?
If not for Harkness’ plasma rifle and pure fucking luck, he probably would be dead right now. He can’t continue like this, it’s ridiculous. Wherever Vault 112 is, wherever his dad is...it doesn’t matter. He’s never finding him. Maybe neither of them are even in DC. How would he know? Why should he continually risk his life and traumatize himself for someone like his dad? He wanted to come out here alone so he can do Project fucking Purity all by himself too.
He’ll check the memorial one more time, visit Harkness, and then he doesn’t know. Try to make a life for himself. What would that look like? He can go back to Megaton, help Moira with the book. That’s not a bad plan. He’d rather do that than waste his time chasing after a ghost.
But he doesn’t feel any better. He’s still crying. He still wishes his dad was here with him and his dad still isn’t.