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She disappeared and i didnt see her after that, anyway.glad to know this place if a friendly spot, its difficult to find safe places to sleep for free. *Sweets puts his rifle down then puts the guns away pulling out a hot plate battery and a pan.*

Kat hugs sweets tightly beginning to become nostalgic about her dead love " I'm sorry .. You look just like him"

*Sweets lets her have the hug, he doesnt say anything.*

Kat hugs him tightly not letting go " its been tough "

*Sweets just gives a short grunt of agreement.

Kat lets go and stands awkwardly " we had so many plans to have for us ....its probably better i dont remains on what could have happened, i should be thinking about the present "

*Sweets nods*unfortunately your present is only a collection of your memories, so there is no escape. *Sweets looks at his wrist, three dog tags hes made on a chain wrapped around his wrist.

" I hate my life ..." Kat looks out the window " how can tyese people be so peacefull in times like these ?"

*Sweets begins cooking a can of beans*Humanity is a stubborn thing, cant tell when it is on the verge of killing itself, cant decide wether to help or hinder itself, but it adapts, god help it it adapts.

" I can't understand my porpouse in life "

I'm sure when you were just the clone it was easy, add humanity into the mix and it gets difficult.

" how do you cope with grief Sweets ..." she looks down trying to hide awway the tears

Used to just drink, my tolerance and resistance for it is at the max, so now I just walk. I walk through the wastes. *Sweets boots are worn to nothing.*

" I just have to have a porpouse that's why I am mostly here ....to find myself "

Not that easy to do in a place with others, out in the waste, you find yourself, you see who you are. *Sweets takes a spoonful of bean* I was walking, raiders buying slaves, girls, no older then 13. I hesitate, these guys have a fifty caliber gun mounted on their truck, that went away when i heard the kid scream no, i want to go home, with out thinking i've drawn my pistol, and i've got three shots off, turret gunner, head slaver and his body guard.

"I could never have the willpower to do that ..." she looks down at her feet " I'm weak yet I still survive ..."

Takes no strength to pull a trigger, takes strength to know when to step in and do whats right. I'm no saint, hell I probably ruin and take more lives than I've ever saved, but I have a clean conscience on what I've done.

" yet Jackson died when I could have saved him because I was not strong enough to sacrifice myself "

*Sweets grips a fist*He died because he was over whelmed. you cant change the past, god help me i wish i could, but dont go selling yourself short because you couldnt save everyone, you'll drive yourself mad.

" ill will, and I will try to get a hold of myself " Kay nods in apretiation " do you need anything mr Sweets ?"

Justin, call me justin. and no, I am fine.

" yes Justin ...may I join you to eat ?"

Sure, ain't got furniture, but it doesn't bother me. *Sweets passes her a cup of beans and a spork. He sits against the wall, one of his boots missing the ball of the foot his sock showing through it.

" how long have you been walking ?" she sits down and begins to eat

Three months. Give or take a month. *Sweets puts his cup aside.*