Caleb Fisher/Dialogue

==W05_DialogueRaidersCrater_Interior==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Is it daytime out there? You can lose track of time down here. 	
 	 	 	So much work to do. And do I get any thanks? Well, I do. But I could use more. 	
 	 	 	Hey. It's you. Wow... Is it true you fight Deathclaws... by yourself? That's bullshit, right? 	
 	 	 	Yay, I knew you'd be back! Bunnabun wanted me to tell you he missed you. 	
 	 	 	Lou chewed me out real good over letting you know where he was. 	
 	 	 	Nice to meet you and all that. See, some of us have manners. 	
 	 	 	As long as you're not buttering me up to do something for you - hi. 	
 	 	 	I got some work to do, but I got time. 	
 	 	 	You're just full of life lessons, ain't ya? Next time you wanna talk, maybe I can lie down on a couch while you take some notes. 	
 	 	 	When I fell in with Lev's crew before we met Meg, I could finally see how the faith I had was a hindrance to my own survival. 	
 	 	 	Sometimes I think Lev even gets it right more than Meg. Meg has heart which can be a risk. Lev won't think twice about taking someone out. 	
 	 	 	I've often sided with Meg whenever Lev gets that itch because of my friendship, if you can call it that, with Lou. 	
 	 	 	Lou needs a leader like Meg. With Lev, he wouldn't last a month just because he's a ghoul. 	
 	 	 	I believe Faith is a weakness in this world. If you really want to survive, there's no room for turning the other cheek. 	
 	 	 	I no longer believe in the God I was raised to worship. I put my faith in hard work and my loyalty in those that have proven themselves. 	
 	 	 	It's just the mannerisms I can't seem to shake. 	
 	 	 	After the war, my faith... wavered. Anyone could understand that. But to some in my community, it vindicated them. 	
 	 	 	They believed their survival meant they walked the true path. 	
 	 	 	I couldn't be among that mind set, so I used Rumspringa as my chance to leave. 	
 	 	 	Faith is merely a tool that has many uses. When used incorrectly, it blinds people from the truth. 	
 	 	 	It can lead even the most righteous down the darkest of paths. 	
 	 	 	For some, it's all they need. They just have to be smart about it. 	
 	 	 	Prayer won't put food on your table or heal your wounds... it can only give you strength from within. 	
 	 	 	I guess I ought to get back to work. At least I can distract myself with the endless amount of improvements and repairs that need to get done. 	
 	 	 	Once upon a time. I was born and raised Amish. 	
 	 	 	It's hard to shake what you're brought up to believe since birth, no matter how bad this world turns. 	
 	 	 	I pray you're right because I do value his friendship. He just... makes it so hard. 	
 	 	 	Did I? You'd think I brought Hell itself down on that man. I only ever look out for him. 	
 	 	 	He's got a real anger streak in him, sometimes. You'd think after everything we'd been through, he could learn a thing or two about forgiveness. 	
 	 	 	It may be he takes things out on me because he thinks I'll always be here for him. 	
 	 	 	But we both know with his longevity that won't always be the case, God help him. 	
 	 	 	Meg's old Diehards, though, don't expect any Ps and Qs from them, though. 	
 	 	 	But it takes all sorts. 	
 	 	 	What don't I do? As all the layabouts and chem fiends do their thing, seems like it's up to me to fix everything. 	
 	 	 	Not that I'm complaining, but... it gets old sometimes, you know? 	
 	 	 	It's a tough world out there, and you need someone tough to see you through it. Meg's alright, I guess. 	
 	 	 	I was with Lev's crew before we joined her. Meg gets all the credit, but the whole place would fall apart if not for Lev, Lou, and certain others.	
 	 	 	Just some old gang around these parts. I hear they were lost to the Scorched plague. 	
 	 	 	Only the ones who followed Meg made it out alive. She had the sense to leave before the worst of it, so she gets a lot of respect from her people.	
 	 	 	Sure. Whatever you say. 	
==W05_MQR_201P==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Sorry for trying to hide information from you. It felt like the right thing to do at the time. 	Some remorse.
 	 	 	I hope it isn't too late to reach Lou. I am not sure what he plans to do, but it can't be good. 	
 	 	 	It would be best if you would, perhaps, not tell anyone what we've been speaking about. 	
 	 	 	I feel bad about misleading you. Once you bring Lou back, I hope bygones will be bygones. 	Some remorse for having deliberately misled the player.
 	 	 	I uh... hope you find Lou. 	Hiding the fact that he knows Lou isn't there.
 	 	 	It's possible Lou may not be there, but uh... someone there will surely know where he is. 	Hiding the fact that he knows Lou isn't there.
 	 	 	Could you uh... move along please. I have important work to do. 	Nervous because he knows he is misleading the player.
 	 	 	If I'm wrong about this, then I fear we're all out of luck, and I'll deserve whatever comes to me. 	
 	 	 	Me too. It would be a shame is this were all for naught. Good luck and Godspeed. 	
 	 	 	Good luck. And uh... I hope Lou's okay when you find him. 	
 	 	 	Since my tracker buddy went off alone, I rigged up a tracking beacon I could use to find her. 	
 	 	 	Just in case she ran into trouble and uh... wasn't able to make it back. 	
 	 	 	I don't think that's the case here, but fair warning, this might lead you to a dead end, in which case, I'm sorry. 	
 	 	 	You can use your Pip-Boy to track the beacon's radio signal. The closer you are, the more it will ping. 	
 	 	 	It should get you to where you need to be. 	
 	 	 	I'm not going to give you anything else. Now can we move on? 	He's had it with making deals with the player.
 	 	 	Tell you what. Here's a stimpak. It'll help with any bumps or bruises you incurred as a result of my diversion. 	
 	 	 	It won't, however, help your hurt feelings. You're just going to have to stop whining and get over it. 	He's kind of clapping back here.
 	 	 	Now, if you're finished, let's move on. 	Losing some patience with the player.
 	 	 	Very well. 	
 	 	 	I lied to you, you hacked into my Terminal. I'd say we're about even in terms of honesty here. 	Sincere, and firm.
 	 	 	I suppose I have given you reason not to believe me. 	Sincere.
 	 	 	However, I had every opportunity to cut and run before you came back, knowing full well you could be seeking revenge. Yet, here I am. 	Sincere.
 	 	 	Just the location. I'll mark it on your map. Godspeed, sir. 	Relieved he got the player to go away.
 	 	 	Just the location. I'll mark it on your map. Godspeed, ma'am. 	Relieved he got the player to go away.
 	 	 	Sure, and I'll ask again, what brings you here? 	
 	 	 	To be honest, I don't know. He came to see me before he left. 	
 	 	 	Indeed. No lies. Just last month, a Deathclaw set upon his raiding party. 	
 	 	 	This thing rips through every one of 'em, but when it gets to Lou, it takes a sniff at him and goes on its merry way. 	
 	 	 	Maybe it didn't like the smell of ghoul? Or maybe it's something else. 	
 	 	 	Whatever the case, the man's lucky to be alive. 	
 	 	 	In fact, if I were still a religious man, I would say God watches over him and has special plans for Lou here on this Earth. 	
 	 	 	Lou's one of the luckiest men alive. He's over ninety-five years old and still fit as a fiddle, sharp as a tack. 	
 	 	 	I've witnessed over a dozen times where something should have rightly killed any normal man, but not Lou. 	
 	 	 	I could, but I doubt Lou will be very happy to see me now. 	He's regretful here. He feels bad for betraying his friend, but he knows it's because he cares about him.
 	 	 	He made it clear he didn't want anyone following him, and now he probably knows I've been tracking him. 	
 	 	 	And uh, you're the one who needs him, right? This arrangement will work out for everyone. 	This is his way of weaseling out of having to deal with this responsibility.
 	 	 	Not exactly, but I did send out a friend of mine to go find him, just before you showed up. She's a tracker. Best I've ever known. 	
 	 	 	Unfortunately, she hasn't come back yet. Might be she's having trouble getting Lou to see eye to eye. 	
 	 	 	My friend's not the best conversationalist, and Lou's stubborn. Maybe you can go and mediate. Talk some sense into old Lou? 	
 	 	 	I was busy working and only half-listening, but I think he said something about feeling like a burden. 	
 	 	 	He's never been a burden on anyone. He keeps to himself and does more than his fair share of work. 	
 	 	 	Not really. But there was something he said before he ran off that had me concerned. 	
 	 	 	He's always a little surly. It's possible it's on account of his condition. But, he's had years to adjust. 	
 	 	 	Sure, some of the others don't like the way he looks, but they still respect him. 	
 	 	 	I say, I don't know a soul who wouldn't take a bullet for Lou. Not that he needs it. Every curse somehow turns into a blessing for him. 	
 	 	 	Nothing I'm aware of. Nothing truly bad ever seems to happen to him. 	
 	 	 	But, it's not what you think. I had to do it. I promised Lou I would try to throw people off his trail if they came looking for him. 	He feels bad about this.
 	 	 	I was hoping he'd come to his senses, return by now, and this wouldn't be necessary. 	
 	 	 	Truth is, I'm worried. When he left, he was more glum than usual, like something was weighing heavy on his mind. 	
 	 	 	Uh... Well... yes. I do. There's a... lookout camp over yonder, on the other side of the Valley where he likes to go and, uh, clear his head. 	He's hiding something and trying not to be too obvious about it
 	 	 	You'll likely find him there. 	
 	 	 	I suppose you haven't seen Lou yet? With all respect, Lou's not easy to look at. 	
 	 	 	When the radiation flooded Pittsburgh, it left him changed. Skin melted off, but still alive. Still more or less human. 	
 	 	 	I get the impression he wasn't very sociable to begin with, and that just made it worse. 	
 	 	 	He gets anxious around people, and people get anxious around him. But, everyone knows he's useful around here, so he lives tucked away. It works. 	
 	 	 	Hmm. Oh, I don't know. Couple of days maybe? 	Big pause after "hmm." He's thinking whether he wants to tell the truth or not, and settles on something believable.
 	 	 	He mostly keeps to himself, so there are times where I don't see him for weeks despite us all living so close together. 	
 	 	 	Lou? Uh, well, he's a good guy. We both fell in with this lot around the same time, so he and I have a bit of a kinship. 	
 	 	 	Not many are accepting of Lou, since he's one of those ghouls, but unlike the ferals, he's still got his brain in working order. 	
 	 	 	He's not afraid to put in a day's honest work. He's a great craftsman. 	
 	 	 	And, on top of that, he has skill with explosives, for whenever that's handy, and it comes in handy more often than you'd think. 	
 	 	 	Well, that sort of friendly optimism may have worked in the vaults, but here with us, it's just as likely to get you killed. 	
 	 	 	At the very least, it pegs you as a neophyte, and people around here take advantage of that naivete. 	
 	 	 	Questions? Oh. sure. What uh... what sort of questions? 	Surprised and nervous.
 	 	 	Oh. Heh. That was funny, yeah. But really, what can I do for you? 	He doesn't really find this funny, but he's trying to be polite.
 	 	 	Lou, eh? He... I uh... didn't know he was gone. Maybe he was just tired of being cooped up in that hole of his and went for some fresh air? 	He's definitely nervous now, because he knows where Lou is and promised he wouldn't go after him.
 	 	 	I seen you talking with Meg and poking around. What brings you to me? 	Friendly, a hint of nervousness. He's hiding something and wary of the player, but doesn't want to show it.
 	 	 	Good luck. I'm sure he's fine. 	Hiding something, but relieved that the player has stopped questioning him for now.
 	 	 	Did you go into my lab and hack into my Terminal? That was private! I knew you were nothing but trouble! I should shoot you right where you stand.	Fisher is stern and upset.
 	 	 	Okay, okay. You got me. I confess, I intentionally misled you. 	He's been caught. He feels bad about it.
 	 	 	Well, here's the thing about that... I... haven't been completely honest with you. 	He feels bad about lying to the player and comes clean on his own.
 	 	 	Back again. Still uh... haven't seen Lou, if that's what you're here for. 	A little nervous.
 	 	 	Oh, right, pardon me. 	The player expected Fisher to tell them where Lou went, but Fisher got so caught up in talking about his Tracker, that he forgot to tell them.
 	 	 	You're the new guy, aren't you? 	Wary of the player. Cautious. Trying not to raise suspicion.
 	 	 	You're the new gal, aren't you? 	Wary of the player. Cautious. Trying not to raise suspicion.
 	 	 	You caught me in a lie. Now what? 	He know's he's been caught, but he's more concerned about moving forward now, not dwelling on it.
 	 	 	Are you ready to move on now? 	He know's he's been caught, but he's more concerned about moving forward now, not dwelling on it.
 	 	 	Did you... kill them? Oh dear. Oh no... That was not what I expected. Please forgive me. 	shocked. He did not expect the player to kill anyone because of his lie.
 	 	 	You're right, I was not honest with you. 	
 	 	 	Oh, dear Lord. I did not think anything like that would happen. Oh no. 	Regretful. He did not anticipate the player having to kill anyone due to his lie.
 	 	 	The truth is, I did deceive you. 	
 	 	 	I don't know exactly. I've got a friend looking for him. Sent her out right before you came to me. 	
 	 	 	She's a great tracker, but she hasn't come back yet. Lou can be stubborn, so maybe she's having trouble convincing him to come back. 	
 	 	 	My friend has a difficult way with words, so I can see that being part of the problem. Maybe you can go help talk some sense into old Lou? 	
==W05_MQR_204P==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	I didn't want to do this, but you and Meg are forcing my hand! 	Shouting out to the player while in combat.
 	 	 	I ain't had this much fun in... shit, how long's it been? Now stay still so I can shoot ya better!	Shouting out to the player while in combat.
 	 	 	It'll take more than that to get through this armor! 	He's wearing Power Armor, so when the player attacked him, he barely felt it.
 	 	 	Agh! Lucky shot! 	
 	 	 	I can take this all day! 	He's wearing Power Armor, so he barely felt it when the player hit him.
 	 	 	I'm fine, it sounded worse than it is! 	He's wearing Power Armor, so he barely felt it when the player hit him.
 	 	 	I hope you realize why I have to do this, friend. Meg was going to lead us to ruin! 	Shouting to the player, probably over the sounds of gunfire.
 	 	 	Lev gave us orders to kill anyone coming here from Crater. That includes you! 	Shouting to the player, who is intruding on their base.
 	 	 	Shoulda stayed outta this, newbie! Now I gotta kill you! 	Shouting to the player, who is intruding on their base.
 	 	 	Someone's there. Keep your eyes peeled. 	Shouting to alert allies. They've detected the player.
 	 	 	It's the new guy! Meg sent the new guy after us! Don't worry Lev, we'll take care of him! 	Shouting this to his allies.
 	 	 	It's the new gal! Meg sent the new gal after us! Don't worry Lev, we'll take care of her! 	Shouting this to his allies.
 	 	 	Oh, I'll try not to make a hole in your face, so Meg can see just who we're sending back to her! 	Shouting down to the player from her sniper perch up above.
==W05_HolotapeQuest_PS==
(Apologies to Lou)
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Well I uh... hope your luck holds out and you survive long enough to hear that I'm sorry for all this. 	He really does regret what he did to Lou.
 	 	 	And it was too late for me to reach you, because you were already involved. I couldn't risk the operation if you said anything to Meg. 	
 	 	 	When Meg decided to go on this foolish gold hunt with that vault dweller from seventy-six, it was time to act. She was going to lead us all to ruin.	
 	 	 	He always intended to take over one day, but she kept bringing on new people, building loyalty, making it more difficult for him to mutiny. 	
 	 	 	But you have to understand, I had no other choice. Meg is a terrible leader. I questioned why Lev would ever join her. 	
 	 	 	I know I had once called you friend. It may not mean much, but I am genuinely sorry for what I had to do to you. 	
 	 	 	Hey Lou. Not sure you'll ever get this, but I needed to get something off my chest. 	He regrets betraying Lou.
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