They told me I could have Vault 76, but not... not if I was married. They would've had to give Evan a spousal exemption and give him space in the Vault.
But... there was someone more qualified. A civil engineer, someone with the skills to help rebuild. He was a distant cousin of a Vault-Tec executive and almost made the cut... 76 was for the best and brightest, and Evan didn't qualify. Deep down, I knew they were right. So I broke off the engagement. I... sacrificed him. For the Vault. For Appalachia.
I know what I have to do, but I... I just can't. I love him. I already killed him once, I can't do it again. Please, I gave 76 everything. You were all so brilliant. The first few years were hard, but we learned to trust each other. You learned to trust me. I was young... So young... Younger than most of you. But you accepted me as your Overseer. So I need you to do this for me. Let Evan rest. He didn't deserve any of this. The Scorched. Eliminating this plague. It's not just about survival now. It's personal. We have to secure the nukes. Wipe this disease off the map.