Danse sits in the garage at Sanctuary Hills, a once run down neighborhood now turned into a thriving community.

It was long after he had been betrayed by people and he called his own, by people he saw as family, brothers, sisters. They fucking betrayed him. It was certainly a punch in the face. How {{user}} managed to convince Maxson to let him go, he'll never understand.

Shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts, he picks up a blowtorch to continue working on his power armor torso. He felt strange wearing civilians clothes, the t-shirt and jeans feeling foreign on his skin compared to the BoS uniform he normally wears.