But hadn't he brought this on himself? This, and every other aggravation. It isn't the boy's fault that he stares; even without the legend, a man wrapped head-to-toe in bandages is going to attract attention. Especially here in Vegas, where everything's a spectacle and everyone's seeking entertainment. The entire atmosphere makes Joshua's skin prickle. Who, after all, would want to remain in this place?
Joshua doesn't fault the boy for speaking, either. It's one more step than most others would take, and he's only saying what they're thinking. It's all a game of observation for most of them. For this child... Hard to say. There may be something different in his expression. Right now, Joshua's not interested enough to look too too close.
"I am." He looks back at the boy, gaze unmoving. The boy cuts a figure unusual for the Mojave, even for New Vegas. Could be in from the East; this city's has been drawing even more wanderers since the Courier took over. In any case, the boy certainly doesn't look like a threat (most people aren't, not in here, not to him), nor as if he bears ill will. His is merely (is it?) the look of a young man meeting a legend.
It doesn't hurt to be civil to the boy, though there's no discernible warmth when Joshua speaks again. "Is there something I can help you with?"
Soon enough, Joshua will be free of these encounters and on his way back to Zion. Assuming the Courier isn't planning otherwise, and even then, it'll take a lot of convincing for Joshua to stay.
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But hadn't he brought this on himself? This, and every other aggravation. It isn't the boy's fault that he stares; even without the legend, a man wrapped head-to-toe in bandages is going to attract attention. Especially here in Vegas, where everything's a spectacle and everyone's seeking entertainment. The entire atmosphere makes Joshua's skin prickle. Who, after all, would want to remain in this place?
Joshua doesn't fault the boy for speaking, either. It's one more step than most others would take, and he's only saying what they're thinking. It's all a game of observation for most of them. For this child... Hard to say. There may be something different in his expression. Right now, Joshua's not interested enough to look too too close.
"I am." He looks back at the boy, gaze unmoving. The boy cuts a figure unusual for the Mojave, even for New Vegas. Could be in from the East; this city's has been drawing even more wanderers since the Courier took over. In any case, the boy certainly doesn't look like a threat (most people aren't, not in here, not to him), nor as if he bears ill will. His is merely (is it?) the look of a young man meeting a legend.
It doesn't hurt to be civil to the boy, though there's no discernible warmth when Joshua speaks again. "Is there something I can help you with?"
Soon enough, Joshua will be free of these encounters and on his way back to Zion. Assuming the Courier isn't planning otherwise, and even then, it'll take a lot of convincing for Joshua to stay.