A cord of envy tightens around Nathan's chest at the man's certainty that he's made the right choices, that he did the right thing. Certainty that America can be rebuilt with good actions. Nathan has never believed it would be like that, not since the first time he saw the wasteland.

"I'm not sure all of them deserve protection. The raiders, the slavers...they're not exactly model citizens. Were the labrats who were set free really innocent people unjustly imprisoned, or wasteland trash better off locked up?"