just like... 

the narrative of this extremely ambitious woman, who gave up everything for her career, her freedom, her friendships, her love... a woman who was ready to break an oath as old as her city to accomplish her lifetime goal... a woman so full of hubris, so confident about her and her era’s power to see herself as equal to the gods... a woman who has never failed at what she was good at.

the narrative of this woman choosing love above all else for just once, seeing their fear of what she’s become and just, choosing to save her friend and the love of her life, in a split second, in an impulse decision.

the narrative of the woman letting her heart make a decision one time, just one time, and this one time causing an apocalypse.

the narrative of the universe proving her that no matter if she tries or not, she’ll lose those closest to her heart anyway. 

like, i can’t wait to see where this villain origin story will go.

Finish Your Thought

Diego’s stutter resurfaces after the apocalypse. The siblings handle the situation better than he expected and they learn more than they thought they knew about their brother.

It doesn’t happen immediately. Diego, just like the rest of the family, needed a week or so to just sit on and process the events that just happened. They successfully avoided the end of the world. Five is back, but he’s not the same person they all remember and he never will be. Klaus went to war. Klaus is capable of so much more. Ben can be back in their lives. Vanya has powers, stronger than all of them. Allison may never speak again. Reginald lied to them all more than they ever could have believed. Eudora was dead. They were together again.

It was a lot to take in. That first week back together, the seven siblings were raw. They walked on eggshells around each other, not wanting to cause any more pain to one another. They had spent entirely too long doing that.

Diego woke up three weeks after the almost end of the world in his childhood room. He could hear the soft sounds of his siblings and mom making breakfast downstairs, the smell of bacon wafting its way up into his room. He smiled softly at the domesticity of it all,

“A family, huh?” Diego thought to himself, still unable to fully wrap his head around that concept. There had been so many years of radio silence between the six of them. So many years of pent up feelings and frustrations with one another and their respective situations. Sure, he’d seen Klaus a few times here and there, but the visits were never entirely pleasant. It was either an OD visit, which always ended in tears and unresolved issues, or running into him as he was too out of himself to even remember his own name let alone Diego’s. Yeah, they all still had a lot to unpack.

His stomach growling got himself out of his thoughts; his body is right, these conversations can happen another time. He quickly stretched and started his small morning routine attempting to keep some sort of normalcy in his life. He dropped down to the floor and did 50 push ups, 50 sit ups, and 100 crunches. He took pride in his body and strength, something he always had to work for harder than his siblings. Well, harder than Number One at least.

Once finished and feeling slightly flushed, he washed his face and teeth and threw on the first shirt he saw in his dresser. As he made his way downstairs, the current hot topic of conversation became more clear.

“Klaus we have been over this literally a thousand times. Donuts are both a breakfast food and dessert, not just exclusively breakfast. Nothing that sugary should be qualified as ‘just breakfast’. ” Ben emphasizes, a hint of annoyance in his tone but it’s mostly light, playful banter.

“Benny dear, I hear you, I really do. But why do cops get donuts for breakfast, huh? It’s not dessert breakfast, it’s a breakfast food!”

“Is this conversation entirely necessary this early.” Five deadpans.

“Discourse is always necessary, baby old bro! Oh, Diego!” Klaus waved at him from his seat on the table, literally on the table, with a grin on his face.

Diego waved back, beelining to the pot of coffee. He grabbed himself a plate of waffles and bacon, kissing his mom on the cheek as he did so.

“Children, breakfast is ready! Everyone go on and have a seat, I’ll serve you. I mean in a chair, Klaus. Diego here couldn’t wait another minute though.” Grace teased, winking at her son. He just blushed and sat down with his siblings, sandwiched between Ben and Allison. Ben didn’t need to eat, but he enjoyed spending the mornings with his family regardless.

Grace made her way and placed a plate of food in front of each of her kids, humming along as she did so. “There we are. If you children need anything else, I’ll be doing laundry.”

“Thanks mom!” Klaus called as she left the kitchen, his mouth half full of food.

They all ate in relative silence besides a few comments from Klaus about the food or the weather. Diego was appreciative for the useless banter, not that he’d ever admit it out loud. After everything, Klaus was still Klaus.

“Could you p-pass the syrup V-v-van” Diego cut himself off, mortified. Six heads whipped around to stare at their brother, their faces littered with different degrees of concern. Their brother hadn’t spoken all morning, but that wasn't too unusual. He wasn’t a morning person. This, however, was concerning.

“Hey, hey no it’s okay. Finish your thought, Diego.” Klaus spoke up softly, his tone missing it’s usual sarcasm. Diego clenched his jaw, that statement all too familiar.

A lot of the times his siblings would try to finish the sentence for Diego when he would struggle to vocalize his thoughts properly. Usually Luther, out of annoyance. But Klaus was always the first one to shut his siblings up, insisting they give Diego the agency to finish his own thought. Diego was always grateful for Klaus for that, for never judging him. For being there.

“I d-don’t know w-w-w-why,” Diego let out a frustrated groan, slamming his knife (well, the knife from Grace’s kitchen set) in the table. Allison softly grabbed his wrist, trying to get his fist to uncurl so tightly around the utensil. He met his sisters eyes, filled with nothing but kind, non judgemental compassion.

“It’s okay.” She mouthed, rubbing circles on top of his hand. She never understood what not having control over your voice felt like. It was a privilege, something she always dismissed when they were kids. She felt horrible about how easily she was to pass judgement 15 years ago.

“Diego,” Five started gently, talking almost as if was approaching a feral animal. To be fair, Diego’s temper sometimes made him act like one. “If I may, I believe this may be a residual side effect of the last couple of weeks. Your stutter only comes out now under a heavy amount of distress, correct?”

Diego nodded, his shoulders still hunched. They all noted how he was continuing to curl in on himself, almost fearing the reaction of his siblings. God, had they really been that cruel before?

“Well, all things considered, I’d definitely count the events we’ve experienced as very distressing. Your disability is not your fault, Diego. I had a lot of time to read in the apocalypse. Being alone permits you a lot of free time, you know?” Five looked down, tugging at the end of his sleeve with his hand. He hadn’t talk about what he experienced during the apocalypse much, this vulnerability rare.

“I found a book on speech disorders in the library. It was one of the only ones that survived. I um,” He cleared his throat, “I learned a lot about speech impediments and the underlying neurological causes. It certainly opened my eyes.”

“Why don’t we wait it out and play it by ear,” Five continued, waving his hand in the air. “If it persists, we can help you work on it if you so wish to choose.”

Before Diego could respond, Luther spoke up.

“I don’t want to make the same mistakes I did the first time, Diego. Dad always said that you were lazy, not trying hard enough.” He shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable showing this amount of emotion, “But Dad has been wrong about a lot of things. And that was one of them.”

Diego’s mouth gaped open, his brows furrowed in confusion. Luther, the oh so obedient soldier, admitted he was wrong. And that Reginald was wrong. To his face, in front of everyone. This was certainly a new development for their family.

“I appreciate th-that, Luther and F-f-f-” He found himself once again cutting the sentence off, hoping they got the idea. Diego couldn’t help but feel ashamed of his impediment, even after hearing his brothers talk so candidly. Call it years of trauma from Reginald, drilling the thought of his stutter being his fault into his head. He’d been beaten, belittled, and mocked tirelessly for it as a child. Anytime he stumbled over his words, whether it was in front of Eudora or his family, he couldn’t help but feel that stomach dropping anxiety that lingered from his childhood.

“Diego, please. It’s okay. Go on, finish your thought.” Vanya said gently, insisting her brother he was safe to speak.

“Reginald l-l-locked me in the t-t-tank for seven h-hours once a-after I st-stuttered during an interview.” He chuckled lightly, his grip on Allison’s hand tightening ever so slightly, “E-everytime h-he heard me, I’d g-g-get sh-shit for it, you know? S-slapped, w-whipped, mocked. It’s f-fucked.”

The sibling were silent, sitting appalled in their seats as their brother’s story unfolded before them. They knew Reggie wasn’t a fan of his speech, but they didn’t realize he went to such extreme lengths to punish Diego.

“Speech th-therapy h-h-helped. It still should, I know all th-the tr-tricks. M-my trigger l-letters.” He felt himself getting more frustrated as he went on, “I d-don’t know w-w-why they’re not w-working.”

“Hey, we’ll help you figure it out, okay?” Ben reached across the table and pat his hand that was intertwined in Allison’s, relishing in the fact that he could physically comfort his siblings again.

“We have to help Vanya reign in her powers, help Klaus explore his. Helping you with your speech is literally the least of our worries.” Five quipped, his dimple prominent with that shit eating grin on his face.

“My dear Van-Van and I will be the biggest hurdle, my good brother.” Klaus said with pride, clapping triumphantly at his chest. The rest of the family burst into laughter.

“You mean you will be, Klaus.” Ben jested, causing an offended squeal and a blueberry to the face from the dramatic man.

“You wound me! Did I ever tell you guys about the time Benny here convinced me to wax my ass with chocolate pudding? Because let me tell you, it hurt like hell!”

Diego felt himself relax as the topic of conversation shifted to something more light, thankful again for his eccentric brother. He was feeling a lot lighter himself compared to the start of breakfast. He kept having to remind himself that the Hargreeves are not the same people they were a few weeks ago, and thank god for it. He loved his family and they loved him. Things were starting to be okay.

the great irony is that the brotherhood was founded specifically to prevent callous and lassie-faire use of nukes and superweapons against civilians as well as to protect technology so that it could be later used to help everyone. Like the first maxson was horrified when he learned the US government he was fighting for was committing war crimes and atrocities as well as experimenting on it's own people. and yet maxson has become that very force himself.

I definitely agree but I think it’s a bit more complicated than that.

Please don’t take this as hostile or condescending. I had a ton of fun writing and considering all this. Friendly discussions are fun :D I’ve been writing a lot on this topic lately so I got carried away. 

Of course I could be wrong or misinformed on some things (or all of em who knows!) I like to keep that in mind when talking about things.

I have my qualms with the BoS and they stretch back to Roger Maxson himself tbh. It’s always been a deeply flawed organization. I think any military organization has the potential to be very dangerous (and will arguably always be flawed to some degree.) especially when there are no other bodies of government to regulate it (post-apocalypse I mean). 

Military organizations are..their reasoning is usually based on (1) whats the best tactical decision to win (2) how to achieve said goal (3) what results in the least casualties even if it means causing casualties yourself (the trolley moral question come to life really) (4) It may be immoral but it will be worth it in the long run. The ends justify the means (5) how to maintain and control a powerful position 

“The Greater Good” 

Honestly that and “the ends justify the means” are some of the most dangerous ideas out there. Sometimes it’s necessary. 

extremely simplified ex since i don’t feel like writing an essay’s worth of moral dilemma shit - 

: If you can only save one: do you save one person or a group of people?

People have to use that everyday. Nurses, doctors, military organizations, anything that puts lives in other people’s hands.

but when taken too far and defended so righteously it becomes dangerous and can be used to “justify” all kinds of hateful rhetoric

Maxson is a strange mix of Lyons and some of the pure blooded old time-y BoS rhetoric. Jokes about nuke throwing robots aside and Maxson’s affinity for big weapons they aren’t killing civilians or experimenting on human beings as far as we know (synths that might be another matter)

that’s not a defense of course since they’re still deeply flawed and immoral in many ways (bigots) but I would argue that it’s more they went back to the older viewpoint where only THEY are allowed to have such weapons because they are the only ones responsible enough to use them (snort). Instead of regulating tech they’re back to hoarding it.

from what I’ve seen prior to Fo3 they’ve never really been involved in civilian life unless it benefits them in some way (trade for example) and otherwise they couldn’t care less since Tech > Human Life.

and you’re right that’s always been their thing. Confiscating and regulating tech so people can’t use it to fuck things up again. And that’s a noble goal at it’s core but the BoS twists it to suit its needs far too often. And goes about it terribly. For a long time it was tech > human life because lost lives are collateral damage and it’s all for “the greater good.”. They would eventually bring about technological change for all and such so *hand-waves casualties* it’ll be worth it..right?

that changed with Lyons in the capital wasteland when he abandoned what the rest of the BoS believed to be their main objective (getting tech) they cut off all support for that reason because they assumed he’d gone “native” by becoming too charitable

it’s not the norm for them to help civilians without an ulterior motive. The BoS is rarely altruistic in that way. But Lyons changed his little sector and was met with a lot of vitriol for it. Some of his own men left. Sadly while that’s the better and more moral standpoint they dug themselves into the ground due to a lack of soldiers, backup and supplies. (Plus the enclave and shit)

and I’m tentative to say this because I don’t want people to think I’m /defending Maxson/ cuz I’m not but he does keep with some of Lyons’ old ways.

while he went back to the tech hoarding he took with him Lyons’ thing for helping civilians (to some degree), allowing wastelanders into the BoS and also unfortunately took Lyons’ obsession with eradicating abominations. (Which in Lyons’ case was mostly super mutants but Maxson took it even further with synths and arguably took it to an extreme. 

However that bigotry was already in the BoS. He didn’t create it. He just very charismatic, in an extremely influential position and that combined with the BoS’ cultish motives creates an extremist organization. 

You know..I was thinking about it and the BoS has always treated ghouls pretty shitty tbh. They don’t outright attack non-ferals even in Fo4 but they certainly treat them like crap so it’s not surprising. There’s no change there from prior history to Fo4. 

And going by the facts we have,the BoS in Fo4 have never attacked non ferals unprovoked. Synths and super mutants yes. But not even completely? You can bring synths in the Prydwen itself and they bitch but they don’t shoot em down (Danse was a completely different story imo cuz they see him as a spy and traitor as well as a synth)

The shoot on sight policy doesn’t always seem to apply to non-hostiles. (Key word being doesn’t always since they do typically shoot synths on sight) Their vitriol and bigotry does but we haven’t seen them actually go about killing people of the Commonwealth that aren’t hostile. (Excluding some non-hostile synths) I might be wrong but despite their zealous rambling about abominations we haven’t seen them do anything like that have we? 

The institute and their synths being the exception since they are permanently labeled enemy since they’re at war with them in their mind. Which is why they try to make you destroy Arcadia (fucked up yes but they don’t seem to have a concept of not everyone on the other side of the war is the enemy..sigh)

The same goes for the Railroad…which I disagree with people who say they weren’t even a threat. If you help the Railroad you eventually go on to destroy the BoS. They are correct in assuming they could and will be a problem. While I don’t agree with their decision to kill them obviously..from a tactical standpoint it makes sense.

Loose ends can bring down an organization and they were covering all their bases to make sure all threats were neutralized. A very..callous move but tactically sound.

However the best idea for everyone would have been to compromise but noooo just blow up the other organizations (Looking at you too Desdemona and Father. I swear the three of them are all so..ughgfjgf.)

I mean why destroy all that knowledge they had?? A complete waste.

Imo the Minutemen are the Commonwealth’s best hope. 

The BoS could be a force for good but there would have to be significant change and I don’t see that happening anytime soon. That’s what’s rather tragic about the BoS to me? 

They could do SO MUCH good but..they don’t. They fuck shit up more and somehow convince themselves that they are saving the world. 

Maxson is.. this weird hybrid and the Wiki (which I know is dubious but I agree with this interpretation) describes as conflicted between the old BoS ways and Lyons’ more idealistic ideals.

he does care for the people of the commonwealth and they do send out squadrons to help civilians (its in the terminal entries somewhere. There are a surprising couple of entries that describe them helping civilians unprompted which is supposedly not the norm for old-school BoS)

Maxson is..weird lmfao. He cares but he seems to have no idea how to actually help others? Well, perhaps a better way of saying it is, he’s doing what he considers to be  “helping” 

While I’ll never ague Maxson isn’t a shitty person because he is. He’s a bigot. Duh. I will say he’s not 100% evil either. He’s not a psychopath like people try to claim.

He orders Cade to make mental health of his crew the biggest priority, seems reluctant to even send Ingram out because “we can’t lose you..I’m sorry.” Despite being told she would be more effective than other soldiers. And helps civilians even (but not at the expense of the BoS of course *snort* but another tactically sound decision or they would end up like Lyons..which I wonder is why he makes some of the decisions he makes..but that’s a different post) 

Maxson is..he’s impulsive and incredibly..zealous. He has an army at his command and the lives of millions in his hands. Which leads to a lot of “the ends justify the means” which has always been a BoS thing (a military thing actually) and it can quickly become very dangerous especially combined with bigotry.

that and the BoS considers casualties to be collateral damage and unavoidable

building a giant robot to throw nukes at the institute is..effective I suppose. It’s definitely going to destroy the enemy which is their #1 prerogative. It also puts them in a solid position of power and control since who’s going to challenge the people with a giant nuke throwing robot eh?

it’s..strange. But I think it comes down to “the BoS are the only ones who should he allowed to use this because we know how to use it” which is arrogant and..questionable but so is most the BoS’ rhetoric.

but jokes aside Maxson hasn’t gone on a rampage across the Commonwealth with it. Although I’m sure there was collateral damage but to them that’s necessary to complete the mission. Is it moral? No but I think that’s how they think.

actually we know there was collateral damage because of all the civilians in the institute. But for the sake of being fair they aren’t the only organization who orders you to kill everybody regardless of whether or not they were implicit in the creation of synths.

Maxson is extremely charismatic and passionate while also being from a long line of family that has been literally defied by the BoS. It’s not at all surprising that he’s got such an extremist following. He brought the organization back to its “original mission” in a lot of the soldier’s ideas and yet he still seemingly holds onto some of Lyons’ ideals..

I think that’s where the random comment from soldiers “Maxson may seem compassionate but I can assure you the institute will face his wrath” comes from

we the audience kind of go “….um what” but in their eyes he is compassionate because he’s not completely disregarding civilians and such. Which is compassionate to the BoS I guess lmao? It’s not the norm so that’s why they take notice

I think Maxson is very confused and unsure of what the fuck he’s doing. He’s conflicted. Throw a 20 year old in a leadership position? Not their brightest move no matter how talented he is.

He just..does things. Hell his brain isn’t even done developing lmodgdkofh. 

sadly his idea of helping people only applies to people who he sees as people (synths = Enemy to him. No gray area) and he’s..I think we can all agree he’s going about it the wrong way lmfao. But he is genuinely trying to help people and he’s genuine (Discovering voice files was awesome) when he says he cares and that’s super interesting to me. 

Because he’s doing the exact opposite in a lot of ways. 

I don’t see him as a war hungry psychopath as much as behaving in a complete and utter militaristic manner. Most wars are fought in the same manner “if we attack them first they can’t attack us-“ or “it’s the greater good!” but it’s..counterproductive and creates a cycle of war and death.

And maybe there is some hunger for battle. He’s a 20 year old soldier who thinks he’s gonna swoop in and save everyone. Battle and glory and all that. It’s a toxic view but not unusual for military organizations or warrior cultures. 

There’s also the fact that the BoS outright discourages (or bans) any sort of free thought. It’s in their tenants you must listen to your Elder without question. Obey your superiors without question. Don’t trust others that aren’t in the BoS.

It’s so cultish..but when you look at that you can see how they became so extreme. They aren’t exposed to new ideas, just the same ones again and again. Which is why letting Wastelanders in and interacting with the locals is actually a good thing.

Sadly that means nothing  if they don’t change other aspects of their organization, their mindsets, or actually allow people to have these discussions.

Anyway yeah Maxson doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing lfldhdfh.

Every villain is a hero in their own mind, eh? 

Even the US Army prior to the war thought they were doing good. But they weren’t. 

People who believe without a doubt they are doing good, that they can do no wrong, that the ends justify the means..are some of the most dangerous people in the world.

Anyway I have several posts in my drafts full of me discussing this shit so I’ll shut up now.

I just..it’s interesting to me. 

I wish Bethesda wouldn’t have dropped the ball on my Trash Man. He has so much potential and..this is probably my most controversial statement about him. I think there’s hope for him but certain things need to happen in order for change to occur. A lot of things. But god damn it I love a good, rough, messy storyline.

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