Shit, shit, shit. Fucking VAULT-TEC. There's only two choices. He has to make a choice and both are only the lesser of two evils since people have already died.
It has to be only five people, but--it doesn't have to be only five people necessarily? Not if they can--
Shit, he needs Rhys alive! He needs Jack or Rhys, goddammit, and they're all down there destroying each other over nothing!
Frustrated, he turns and races to the elevator to go back. He busts in the overseer's office, already yelling:] Judy, put everyone to sleep! Put everyone to sleep except Bigby!
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Shit, shit, shit. Fucking VAULT-TEC. There's only two choices. He has to make a choice and both are only the lesser of two evils since people have already died.
It has to be only five people, but--it doesn't have to be only five people necessarily? Not if they can--
Shit, he needs Rhys alive! He needs Jack or Rhys, goddammit, and they're all down there destroying each other over nothing!
Frustrated, he turns and races to the elevator to go back. He busts in the overseer's office, already yelling:] Judy, put everyone to sleep! Put everyone to sleep except Bigby!