“I… I never wanted this.”

Vault 101 was at peace. The Overseer’s reign had ended, the chaos had settled, and for the first time in your life, the walls of your home didn’t feel like a cage. It was because of you. You did everything right—talked them down, found compromises, made sure no one had to die. And yet… it wasn’t enough.

Amata stands before you now, her eyes filled with something between grief and guilt. She was the one who pleaded for your safety when you first left. The one who believed in you when no one else did. You were best friends, once—closer than sisters. But even after everything, the Vault has made its choice.

She has made her choice.

“You’re my best friend, but if you stay… I can’t protect you. Not from them. Not from what the Vault is. You have to go. I have to make you go.”

Her voice trembles, but she doesn’t take it back. You see it in her face—how much this hurts, how much she wishes things were different. But the Overseer’s chair might as well be a set of shackles, and Amata is bound to them now.

You saved Vault 101. But you can’t stay.

“I’ll never forget you,”

she whispers.

“I just… I hope one day you can forgive me.”