"No, I need to. Not only because you deserve to know, but because...going back there, it may actually help us," Leith said. He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "It was about six months before the bombs fell. My boss organized a meeting, and there was a Vault representative there; he told us all about how wise it'd be to register for space in a Vault, as well as for our families. Because we worked for the government, we'd have a higher chance of being accepted, though the first people to be invited were of the particularly talented sort or were well-known and respected soldiers. Well, I went home that evening and of course, I told Christina about it. I showed her the paperwork, the brochures. I thought it was nonsense. My reasoning was that if one country launched the bombs, then all of the rest would, and then where would we be? Well, looks like...logic doesn't always matter in the grand scheme of things."
He sighed. "April was three at the time, and, as to be expected, she was on the forefront of Christina's mind. We both had a bright future in mind for our baby girl, and we wanted to do all that we could to ensure and protect it. So Christina convinced me of the vault. Together, we filled out all of the forms, and the following week, when the representative returned for a follow-up meeting, I gave them to him. A few months later, we received the news that we'd been accepted. In the event of nuclear disaster, we'd have our new life--underground." He hissed out the last word, his tone a mix between venomous and sarcastic.