[ Not this again. Snake growls, tempted to reach for a cigarette, but he doesn't really want to attract attention from raiders or scorpions. Instead, he just lets his shoulders sag. ]

I told you before... I'm no hero. I don't have a right to lead these people out of the darkness, not while I'm still trapped in it. [ Not to mention... how many years had he got left? A year if he was lucky? ] They don't need an old man like me, they need someone who's going to stay around... Take care of them.

I can't be that person... I'm just an old killer.