You will have come to hate me by the end of this recording and it pains me that that is the case. For all that I will have done and for all that I am about to do I am sorry, these words will mean nothing to you but still I am sorry.
As you know, the original reason that I joined the Railroad was to find my son. Shaun. I never did tell you that I found him. It was the first time I infiltrated the Institute. He stood before me, now older then I am and told me of his time amongst our enemy. They call him Father for he is both their leader and the person that the synths are based upon.
During my time among them, I was granted the chance to get to know the man that my son has become and the things that he has accomplished; that they have accomplished under his command. The Institute has the technology to save the Commonwealth, they just need someone who can steer then in the right direction.
I’ve also learned that he is dying. I’m going to lose my son for the second time and this time there will be no getting him back. Ever since I stepped out of Vault 111 I’ve relived the moment that I lost him more times than I can remember. Honestly the only thing that has kept me mostly sane is the thought of finding him, so now that I know I’m going to lose him once more I think I might finally break.
He wants me to take over once he’s gone. If I accept I might be able to find a way for the Institute and the Railroad to end their conflict… Did you know they’ve only ever considered us an annoyance? After all we’ve done we were nothing more than an irritation… But no, it would never happen and the fact that I thought it might even for a moment might be proof that the cracks are starting to show.
I’ve started rambling, haven’t I? You can probably tell that I’m trying to put off what I have to say for as long as possible. My wife used to hate that about me…
Shaun has asked me to destroy the Railroad. You might think that I’d never even consider it, but if it means spending even one more day with my son then I just might. The very fact that I’m considering it is tearing me apart. You, Glory and High Rise are my friends and yet I’m thinking of killing you all. Hell, I’ve even planned out how I’d do it.
By the time you’re listening to this I’ll be on my way to HQ, there’s no point in you coming after me since you won’t make it in time. Hopefully I can talk Des into working with the Institute. We both know it won’t work, but I need to at least try. When I return you can have your chance to kill me, maybe if you succeed you can rebuild…
I’m sorry.
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