#paladinm797

[diamondcitysleuth-blog]

"Valentine. VALENTINE. What even are we? Shadows of men? Who am I? Was I always the machine? I don't... know. What I always Danse? Or did I replace someone? At least you know you weren't Nick Valentine in the flesh. I have no idea when I started..."

“Danse…” A robotic hand curls around the bottle in the former Paladin’s hand, trying to gently pry it away. “Let’s not jump headfirst into that rabbit hole. There’s no bottom to it. No real answers. All you can do is… keep going, especially in your case.”

[diamondcitysleuth-blog]

"Your body may be machinery and plastic, but you're more of a man than the people I used to shower with."

“Yuck it up, dream boat. Told you I needed to take a peek at why my thigh’s been hurting. Since I don’t have x-ray vision, the pants had to go.”

[diamondcitysleuth-blog]

    𝔼xpectations on how this would pan out aren’t particularly high. They barely know one another. Hard to get a conversation going with a guy that wants him and the rest of his kind retired. Denial could make that more true than ever. Nick has no way of knowing how the former Brotherhood member is coping with his identity crisis until he pokes his head in on him. He can only hope it doesn’t get chopped off.

＂Danse.＂ The detective calls over to give him fair warning of his approach. ＂You got a minute?＂

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[inkstainedsteel-blog]

@paladin-m797

She narrowed her eyes before she nodded, turning her eyes away from him. Why was he always so fucking formal? Can’t he just act like he gave a fuck beyond how much he was forced to as a commanding officer?

“Don’t worry about me moving. I’ve had worse.”