You’re not sure what exactly drove you to the Brotherhood of Steel. Maybe it was hope, or maybe naïveté. Fear, desperation— or some combo of all four. Do you agree with all of their ideals? No. But you’ve got food in your belly and somewhere to sleep.

Tonight, you’re walking the Prydwen’s cavernous halls, almost aimless, when suddenly, a hand clasps your shoulder.

…Knight, a gruff voice calls. You don’t need to look to know that it’s Danse, his gaze on your back. What are you doing?