[The only answer he gives at first is a slow shake of his head, eyes trained ahead as they make it up the crest of a hill that overlooks the almost incomprehensibly gigantic rusted remains of a ship torn apart by time. It’s close enough to how he remembers it, and if his mind can recreate the scenery then-

There. There’s a grating, metallic cry somewhere off in the distance that confirms it.]

Couldn’t tell you one thing about communing with nature. That’s more a Warlock thing, the whole ‘be zen with the universe’ stuff. The journey-

[He turns back to look at Hank, motions for him to follow, then takes a careful step and works to slide down the hill on his heels, one hand brushing the ground for stability.]

The journey is, it’s the stuff you do on the way. The hunts through places like this, the satisfaction of putting a bullet between the eyes of something big and nasty, of finding bits and pieces from before the Collapse, when everything went to hell and back. It’s about holing up in some rusted out wreck for the night, rifle across your lap and the sounds of Fallen scrabbling around outside. It’s the adrenaline, the excitement, the moments where you-

[He falls quiet for a few moments.]

Where it’s you and your mates out, doin’ good and lookin’ good all the while. It’s the dares, the loot, just…just the freedom of everything. And it’s the times where you sometimes go back, just for a little while sometimes for more than a little while, and see all the people that’re safe and happy because you’re out there making the world a little bit better.

[That’s gotten a little too deep, a little too introspective, if he’s being honest with himself.]

Did I mention the loot? The loot is awesome. Now c’mon, big guy over there, that’s what we’re after.