[A job she doesn't remember taking. And from Mr. House, no less. It seems as if there's a third side to the war that he was never truly aware of at the time. For a moment, his eyes rest on the flames between them. They catch the light when he looks at the Courier again, starting to speak- but then Chesed bumps her head against his knee, glances back at him over her shoulder.

It's not our war anymore, remember?

He lowers his eyes back to the fire and thinks better of it.]

A great deal of responsibility to bear. I will not advise you on the choices you will no doubt need to make. As someone who has been in the middle of it, I'm sure you know far more than I about the current state of the Mojave, and you are blessed not to have to face these trials alone.