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| + | '''[[Martin (Far Harbor)|Confessor Martin]]''': {{tooltip|Thank you for coming so quickly.|You're a little hurried. Something terrible just happened and you're hoping to resolve it.}} |
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| − | '''[[DiMA]]''': I |
+ | '''[[DiMA]]''': {{tooltip|I heard about the execution. I can't believe they killed your missionary, Martin. I'm sorry.|Sympathetic. A group of your friends followers were executed.}} |
| + | '''Confessor Martin''': {{tooltip|Brother Andrews. A good soul. The fault... is mine. If I'd realized things had become so tense in [[Far Harbor (location)|Far Harbor]], I would've never let him leave.|You're concerned. Something bad just happened and you're trying to decide the best course of action.}} They blame us for [[the Fog]] overrunning the town, DiMA. And now the [[Church of the Children of Atom|Children]]... it's [[Tektus]]. He won't listen. He wants to prepare for war. |
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| − | '''[[Martin (Far Harbor)|Confessor Martin]]''': {{tooltip|I hope we haven't disappointed you too greatly. I'd hate to anger our landlord.|Playfully. You're chatting with a friend.}} |
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| + | '''DiMA''': {{tooltip|Do you believe the others will follow him?|Concerned. Things are becoming tense on the island.}} |
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| − | '''DiMA''': I believe I'll survive. But am I mistaken? Does your god not require you die in a nuclear blast? Is that not why you've taken up in the Nucleus? |
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| + | '''Confessor Martin''': {{tooltip|Time was, I would've laughed at such a notion, but now... Andrews was beloved by many. It's brought out the worst in them. Fury. Hate. It was tolerable when it was just Tektus... DiMA, something must be done.|You're concerned about rising tensions on the island.}} |
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| − | Confessor Martin: {{tooltip|It's not a transaction, DiMA. Atom requires nothing of us. He has granted us a chance to become something greater.|Politely explaining your religion to a friend. Add some emphasis on "requires"}} {{tooltip|To Divide our weak mortal frames and bring life to millions of new worlds.|Getting a little passionate. You're a preacher and you're getting into your flow.}} {{tooltip|We are simply accepting the opportunity His Glow presents, whatever form it may take.|Getting a little passionate. You're a preacher and you're getting into your flow.}} |
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+ | '''DiMA''': {{tooltip|Exile?|Suggesting a friend should exile a troublesome member of his family.}} |
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+ | '''Confessor Martin''': {{tooltip|Exodus. I think it's time you and I convinced the citizens of Far Harbor to leave.|You're trying to convince your friend to help you in convincing Far Harbor to leave the island.}} |
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+ | '''DiMA''': {{tooltip|You can't be serious.|You're a little shocked at this suggestion.}} |
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+ | '''Confessor Martin''': {{tooltip|You know as well as I they're not meant for this place. The Fog grows thicker every year.|Hoping a friend will help you.}} How long before the condensers are finally overwhelmed? It's not banishment, DiMA. It's mercy. |
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+ | '''DiMA''': {{tooltip|I'm sorry, Martin, but no. They have as much right to be here as you do.|Trying to gently convince a friend you can't act as envoy on his behalf.}} |
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+ | '''Confessor Martin''': {{tooltip|Right? This place is trying to kill them. And now my people are at my throat because of the mess you created by allowing them to stay!|Rage builds throughout this line. You feel like you're losing control of your people due to your friends actions and he won't help you solve it.}} {{tooltip|And if you can't recognize that... then I suppose there's no reason for you to be here. I think you should go.|Irritated with your friend. He's put you in a tough situation and refuses to do what you think is the right thing.}} |
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+ | '''DiMA''': {{tooltip|Martin, please. This can be solved in other ways.|Trying to convince your friend not to be mad.}} |
| + | '''Confessor Martin''': {{tooltip|Get. Out.|Telling someone you thought was your friend to get out.}} |
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| + | '''DiMA''': Very well. We'll talk again... when you come to your senses... |
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Revision as of 04:07, 15 March 2019
An Execution is a holotape in the Fallout 4 add-on Far Harbor.
Location
In the pump control, at the footend of a mattress.
Transcript
Confessor Martin: Thank you for coming so quickly.
DiMA: I heard about the execution. I can't believe they killed your missionary, Martin. I'm sorry.
Confessor Martin: Brother Andrews. A good soul. The fault... is mine. If I'd realized things had become so tense in Far Harbor, I would've never let him leave. They blame us for the Fog overrunning the town, DiMA. And now the Children... it's Tektus. He won't listen. He wants to prepare for war.
DiMA: Do you believe the others will follow him?
Confessor Martin: Time was, I would've laughed at such a notion, but now... Andrews was beloved by many. It's brought out the worst in them. Fury. Hate. It was tolerable when it was just Tektus... DiMA, something must be done.
DiMA: Exile?
Confessor Martin: Exodus. I think it's time you and I convinced the citizens of Far Harbor to leave.
DiMA: You can't be serious.
Confessor Martin: You know as well as I they're not meant for this place. The Fog grows thicker every year. How long before the condensers are finally overwhelmed? It's not banishment, DiMA. It's mercy.
DiMA: I'm sorry, Martin, but no. They have as much right to be here as you do.
Confessor Martin: Right? This place is trying to kill them. And now my people are at my throat because of the mess you created by allowing them to stay! And if you can't recognize that... then I suppose there's no reason for you to be here. I think you should go.
DiMA: Martin, please. This can be solved in other ways.
Confessor Martin: Get. Out.
DiMA: Very well. We'll talk again... when you come to your senses...