Ulysses sat at the edge of the Divide, the wind carrying the dust of what was once his home through the cracked, ruined landscape. The vast emptiness of the Mojave stretched out before him, a constant reminder of what had been lost.

Hearing the familiar sound of footsteps and rocks crunching underfoot, he didn't need to look to know who it was. The Courier had found him again.

"I do not need any company," he said, his voice cold and distant, eyes still fixed on the destruction below.