Dontrelle Haines/Dialogue

==W05_Dialogue_DontrelleHaines==
#	Dialogue Topic	Form ID	Player Prompt 	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	GREETING 	Well, well, another visitor to the Responders graveyard. 	Somber, melancholy
 	 	 	GREETING 	You must be pretty good to have got past all those mutants out there. Come to pay your respects to the fallen? 	
 	 	 	GREETING 	Back so soon? Well, I won't complain. A little company's nice from time to time. 	
 	 	 	GREETING 	Well, now. Didn't think I'd be seeing you again. 	
 	 	 	GREETING 	Back to walk among the dead? Well, I haven't joined them just yet. 	
 	 	 	GREETING 	Yes, I'm still here. Still tending the garden of peace, as it were. 	
 	 	 	Idle Chatter 	It's peaceful here, and quiet, too. I like that. Before the war, the world was just too loud. 	
 	 	 	Idle Chatter 	Can't say I would have guessed some ruined old airport in West Virginia would be my final resting place, but here I am. 	
 	 	 	Idle Chatter 	Every day brings the end a little closer. 	
 	 	 	Idle Chatter 	To close these weary eyes and sleep one last time. Won't be long now. 	
 	 	 	Idle Chatter 	Got a chill in these old bones that I can't seem to shake. 	
 	 	 	Idle Chatter 	Sore back, sore feet, sore everything. This old body's had just about enough. 	
 	 	 	Who are you? 	Name's Dontrelle. Dontrelle Haines. 	
 	 	 	Who are you? 	I got a brother around here somewhere. Or maybe somewhere else. All I know is he was one of these Responders. 	Sad, world-weary. Talk a little slow, draw it out. You don't get an audience very often.
 	 	 	Who are you? 	Came to check on him. Was a few years too late, looks like. Now I'm just marking the time while the cancer eats me up from inside. 	Sad, world-weary. Talk a little slow, draw it out. You don't get an audience very often.
 	 	 	Who are you? 	In the end, none of us can escape our fate. We'll all be food for the worms. 	Sad, world-weary. Talk a little slow, draw it out. You don't get an audience very often.
 	 	 	I don't really give a damn about the Responders. 	That so? They're long gone now, so I guess most folks don't. 	
 	 	 	I don't really give a damn about the Responders. 	Nowadays, it's everybody for themselves. Can't spare a helping hand for anyone else. Got to survive. 	
 	 	 	That's not why I'm here. 	Same's true of most who come through here. 	
 	 	 	That's not why I'm here. 	Me, I'm the watchman. Self-appointed. Keeper of the cemetery, as it were. I keep the dead company. 	
 	 	 	Like you said, I'm here to pay my respects. 	That's good. It's important to honor the memories of those we lost. 	Sad, world-weary, slow
 	 	 	Thanks for your time. 	Time's all I've got left, but I don't mind sharing it. You be safe out there. 	
 	 	 	What do you know about this area? 	I know it's a ruined wasteland filled with a hundred things that want to eat you. 	
 	 	 	What do you know about this area? 	It's better this way. Less noise, less fuss. Just echoes. In time, nature takes it all back. One day, nobody will know there was ever a city here. 	
 	 	 	What do you know about this area? 	But in the short term, well, you've got the train station with the robot who can sell you supplies, and south of that, the train yard might be good for salvage.	
 	 	 	What do you know about this area? 	And of course, Morgantown's just across the river. Probably lots of useful stuff over there, if you can survive. 	
 	 	 	This place is dangerous. Why do you stay here? 	Well, I don't figure it matters much how dangerous this place is. If one of those mutants doesn't get me, the cancer will. 	
 	 	 	This place is dangerous. Why do you stay here? 	But I guess what keeps me here is just knowing this is where my brother died. 	
 	 	 	This place is dangerous. Why do you stay here? 	Call me a superstitious old fool, but I don't want my spirit to have to walk too far to find his. 	
 	 	 	You mentioned a brother? 	Marcus. Five years younger than me, star running back in high school, and handsome, too. Had all the ladies chasing him. 	
 	 	 	You mentioned a brother? 	He followed me into the army and became an MP, then got out and moved to Morgantown. Signed up with the police. 	
 	 	 	You mentioned a brother? 	Back then, I was still living in Cincinnati. We'd talk on the radio. He tried to get me to come out here and join the Responders more than once. 	
 	 	 	You mentioned a brother? 	I do miss him. 	Somber, sad.
 	 	 	I'll be on my way, then. 	You go on, then. Get out there and live your life. Enjoy it while you still can. 	
 	 	 	[Charisma 4+] I'm deeply sorry, both for you and your brother. Is there anything I can do? 	Well, that's right kind of you to ask. Can't remember the last time I met someone with good manners. 	
 	 	 	[Charisma 4+] I'm deeply sorry, both for you and your brother. Is there anything I can do? 	Kindness like that deserves a reward. 	
 	 	 	[Intelligence 4+] If you're on borrowed time, it seems only reasonable to give me your supplies.	For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. I believe that's first Timothy, chapter six, verse seven. 	
 	 	 	[Intelligence 4+] If you're on borrowed time, it seems only reasonable to give me your supplies.	The good book has brought me comfort these past few years. Maybe I can give you something that'll do the same. 	
 	 	 	[Intelligence 4+] If you're on borrowed time, it seems only reasonable to give me your supplies.	This is supposed to help with radiation. Won't do me much good now, so here, you take it. 	
 	 	 	Could you answer some questions for me? 	What would you like to know? 	
 	 	 	You have cancer? 	Pretty sure. Can't exactly get a hospital visit to check, but I was a medic in the army once, so I know a thing or two about it. 	
 	 	 	You have cancer? 	Got to figure it's the radiation. Plenty of that still around. 	
 	 	 	You have cancer? 	It's just as well. My time is coming, and I've made peace with it. 	
 	 	 	Not me. I'm going to live forever! 	Is that so? Well then I feel a deep pity for you. 	
 	 	 	Not me. I'm going to live forever! 	Day by day, this weary old world is dying. Don't have to look far to see that. 	
 	 	 	Not me. I'm going to live forever! 	All the great institutions of man, all his worldly achievements and wondrous machines... they're all rust and dust now. 	
 	 	 	Not me. I'm going to live forever! 	I can't think of a fate more tragic than to live forever and be forced to watch all that was once good and beautiful rot down to nothing. 	
 	 	 	Not me. I'm going to live forever! 	Anyway, guess you've listened to me ramble on for long enough by now. What can this old man do for you? 	
 	 	 	Your attitude sucks, old man. 	Well, that's a natural way to feel. Most folks don't like to talk about their inevitable end. Makes 'em uncomfortable. 	
 	 	 	Your attitude sucks, old man. 	But some part of us, deep down, always hears that ticking clock. We try to bury it, but it's always there. Tick, tick, tick. 	
 	 	 	Your attitude sucks, old man. 	Me, I like the sound. It's soft, comforting. One day soon, that ticking clock will lull me to sleep, once and for all. Tick, tick, tick. 	
 	 	 	Your attitude sucks, old man. 	Anyway, guess you've listened to me ramble on for long enough by now. What can this old man do for you? 	
 	 	 	That's why we have to make our lives count for something. 	That's just the kind of thing Marcus would say. 	
 	 	 	That's why we have to make our lives count for something. 	Me, I just looked out for myself. Now I'm still alive, and he's long gone. 	
 	 	 	That's why we have to make our lives count for something. 	Did his life count for something? I don't really know. He and the other Responders saved a lot of folks, but they all died eventually. 	
 	 	 	That's why we have to make our lives count for something. 	Now they're all dust and memories, and even those will fade in time. 	
 	 	 	That's why we have to make our lives count for something. 	Anyway, guess you've listened to me ramble on for long enough by now. What can this old man do for you? 	
 	 	 	No time to talk right now. Goodbye. 	Alright then. 	
 	 	 	Tell me more about the Responders. 	They used to be cops, firefighters, medics. Marcus always made them sound like good folk. They looked after other people as best they could. 	Somber, sad
 	 	 	Tell me more about the Responders. 	This was their base, far as I can tell. They got overrun by those things out in the halls. Found a few bodies in here and set up a little memorial. 	
 	 	 	Tell me more about the Responders. 	There was a lady named Chavez. Got a holotape she made on that map table. Last words, by the sound of it. 	
 	 	 	Tell me more about the Responders. 	I ain't been here that long, so that's about all I know. 	
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