Surprised by her quickly drawn defense, Leith was struck silent for a moment before he said, attempting to be as placating as possible, "I didn't mean to insinuate that you can't handle your own, kid. It's just..." He sighed. Every child, even the most sheltered of them, had come to know the true horrors of the world. It's just how it was out here. Back before the war, everything had been hidden. The government's lies and plots, what was happening overseas, the plans that neighbors cooked up from behind locked doors and curtained windows. And people, even the adults, were perfectly content to pretend that nothing was wrong with their world, that everything was fine and that nothing at all could touch them and their families. He'd been one of them. Hell, he'd only ever reserved a spot in the Vault because his employer had suggested that they do it...not because he'd actually thought he'd be fleeing toward one someday, desperately trying to protect his wife and daughter from a threat that could devastate an entire country within mere seconds.
Sometimes, he just found himself forgetting that things were different now. That kids weren't waiting for school to be dismissed to eat dinner and rush to the playground. They were wondering if their parents would even come home. Scraping together a meal. Trying to find ways to survive, in general.
He clenched the strap of his bag, his jaw momentarily locking.
It shouldn't have to be this way.
But there was nothing that he could do about it, either, so he simply said, "I've got to get going, kid. See you around." And with that, he left and didn't dare to look back at the scraggly little girl again.
Sometimes, he just found himself forgetting that things were different now. That kids weren't waiting for school to be dismissed to eat dinner and rush to the playground. They were wondering if their parents would even come home. Scraping together a meal. Trying to find ways to survive, in general.
He clenched the strap of his bag, his jaw momentarily locking.
It shouldn't have to be this way.
But there was nothing that he could do about it, either, so he simply said, "I've got to get going, kid. See you around." And with that, he left and didn't dare to look back at the scraggly little girl again.