Woods/Dialogue

==BS02_MQ04_Conscience==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Little late to the party, aren't you? 	
 	 	 	I'm fading fast, kid. Think this is it. Those damn Blood Eagles are still inside. Give 'em hell for me. 	
 	 	 	Name's Woods. Corporal Woods, Hellcat Company. Mercenaries. 	
 	 	 	We got hired by this creep of a doctor to guard the place...among other things. Promised us salvage rights here when he was done. 	
 	 	 	Don't think we're gonna collect on that. 	
 	 	 	Our squad was guarding the entrance here when we were overrun by Blood Eagles. Killed everyone. 	
 	 	 	Me, too. I just haven't kicked it yet. 	
 	 	 	You're not wrong. I guess I deserve that. Hope you'll put some bullets in those Blood Eagles when I'm gone. 	
 	 	 	Jesus, interrogating a dying woman. That's stone cold. 	
 	 	 	Don't look like that, I'm just fucking with you. This is important. Maybe you can fix our mistakes. 	
 	 	 	It's where he had us bringing them. Other squads did, I mean. I was just guard duty, not that it makes me any less guilty. 	
 	 	 	Whether or not any of them are left alive? No clue. Wouldn't count on it, with the Blood Eagles ransacking the place. 	
 	 	 	Can't figure the Doc will last long, either. That doesn't bother me, though. 	
 	 	 	That's kind, but it's a little late for that. 	
 	 	 	I've seen enough gutshots in my time to know a stimpak and bandages aren't going to fix this. 	
 	 	 	This one's got my name on it. God knows I've done enough to deserve it. 	
 	 	 	Our own fault. We got lazy. This place is so far out of the way, nobody ever passes by. Kind of the point. 	
 	 	 	We figured we'd be shooing off the occasional stray scavenger that came poking around. 	
 	 	 	This lot sent grenades through the entrance before we knew they were there. Rushed us while we were recovering. 	
 	 	 	I took a bullet in the gut. Bastards left me to die slowly, because they thought it was funny. 	
 	 	 	Seriously? I'm bleeding out in front of you and you want my life story? Ah, hell, I'd rather die with somebody than alone. Whatever. 	
 	 	 	Best of a bad situation, all right? The Hellcats had limits...a code. Better than joining up with Raiders. We did good jobs as often as bad.	
 	 	 	Until this time, at least. 	
 	 	 	Love the optimism, but my ticket's punched. 	
 	 	 	I think I can go easy knowing someone's going to take out those Blood Eagles. 	
 	 	 	Make better choices than I did. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, Raider types, but more bloodthirsty, you know? 	
 	 	 	You can usually deal with the Crater sort. Blood Eagles, though...they enjoy the killing. 	
 	 	 	If you're looking to loot the place, some Blood Eagles are ahead of you in line. I'd stop you, but, uh, I think I quit. 	
 	 	 	Hell of a bedside manner you've got. You know I'm dying, right? Ah, go ahead. Not like I'm doing anything else. Clock's ticking, though. 	
 	 	 	Yeah. Blackburn. Real unnerving guy, even before we found out what he was doing. 	
 	 	 	Kidnapping was just the start of it. We should've cut ties then, contract or no. Even mercs should have lines they don't cross. 	
 	 	 	I'd say I didn't have a choice, but we're mercenaries. We do it for the money, not some noble ideal. Nobody to blame but ourselves. 	
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