“It can happen again. It will keep happening.
If war doesn't change, men must change, and so must their symbols. Even if it is nothing at all, know what you follow, Courier...
...just as I followed you, to the end. Whatever your symbol...
...carry it on your back, and wear it proudly when you stand at Hoover Dam.”
The final message to the wasteland, the Courier, to the symbols we carry.
The Divide, a place to kill all but two of the strongest. But it is now long gone.
In its place is peace, quiet, and tranquillity in death. But my time was not done, and now I am as far out of my element as possible.
(Fallout New Vegas fic)