To her credit, Cersei did not look away. “He saw us. You love your children, do you not?”
Robert had asked him the very same question, the morning of the melee. He gave her the same answer. “With all my heart.”
“No less do I love mine.”
Ned thought, If it came to that, the life of some child I did not know, against Robb and Sansa and Arya and Bran and Rickon, what would I do? Even more so, what would Catelyn do, if it were Jon’s life, against the children of her body? He did not know. He prayed he never would.
What differences does FO3 Buttons have with FO4 Buttons?
The Pitt was Buttons’ first wasteland experience that shook him up for a long time. He was quiet and distant for a while after those events. He had a similar phase in New Vegas, slowly losing his faith that his sister could still be alive, before running into each other in HELIOS One. By Fallout 4 he’ll find purpose in helping others through the Minutemen. He grows more confident, improves his combat skills and learns to lie better. His overall appearance doesn’t change much but he puts on a little muscle during their New Vegas adventures. Things that don’t change: his fear of centaurs, his love for Meg, his inability to trust people without a doubt and his longing to live in a vault again (despite what he learned through his trips into abandoned vaults and talking to Hauser).
I’m not trying to be self-pitying right now, but unless you’ve been through it you really don’t understand what it feels like to be academically successful and praised for your intelligence your entire life and then suddenly start slipping, because you’re physically or mentally unwell, because a subject is finally beyond your comprehension, or because you’re just plain overwhelmed. Or maybe a combination of all four, who knows. There are so many (wonderful) narratives in human culture about subverting low expectations and proving everyone wrong. But when people expect the world of you and you prove them wrong, and you prove yourself wrong, it just makes everything you’ve worked for and everything you value about yourself seem pointless. It’s a form of pain that I’m sure can’t be too uncommon, but it isn’t talked about much, so when it does happen to you it feels like you are all alone and solely responsible for your failures. All in all, I wish people could praise students, children, for their accomplishments and abilities without sending them down a tightrope of constant self-imposed academic pressure and insecurity.