We make our way back to Diamond City, the whole way Piper doesn't say a single word. I want to say something to her, anything, but I know that I will just fuck it up even worse. Seeing Piper like this eats at me, as if she is the sole source of the sun in my life.
It takes me feigning residual pain from my face to get her to stay in Diamond City long enough for us to sit for a spell. It takes me fighting every bit of sense I have to approach her, to try and figure out what's bothering her. "Piper,you know I've got you back no matter what. I can't do much more then listen, but I won't laugh and I won't bite. Tell me what's wrong?"
Piper sucks air in, like she just emerged from deep water. She hedges just for a second, the longest second of my life, before she gives me a weak smile, reminiscent of her normal self.
"That woman that we released at Greenfield... She was a Synth." Piper said, her gaze going to her knees. "She was captured by the gunners while running away from the Institute. They intended to ransom her for caps. I told her we had connections with the railroad, that we could help, but she turned it away saying she needed to survive out here on her own."
"Well, that sounds reasonable enough" I say, trying to make her problems seem as minor as they do in my head. "I know you've got a big heart, Piper. But you can't save everyone, and you shouldn't feel bad that you couldn't save her."
"That's not it..." Piper drawls, mulling over something, trying to pry something, some thought out of her mouth. "Pinch, do you know why I sought out the railroad, even though they are only interested in saving synths?"
I shake my head no, keeping my mouth shut. This is important to her, so I let her keep talking. "Before I met you, I wrote a piece about Synths, living among us. I thought I was doing what I should, informing the people... only I didn't think about how the information I put out would be absorbed.