Truth be told, Tina doesn't really remember her parents very well. She's long ago forgotten their faces, blocked out their bloody deaths from her mind until all that's left is an ache that surfaces at times she doesn't understand--leaving her face wet and chest so tight she thinks the world will open up and swallow her whole before it goes away.

Losing Roland was worse. She remembers spending time with him. Remembers him looking after her. And the idea that he's still having some grand adventure somewhere rather than just buried at the original site of Santuary, his body turning to dust and skag food...

"He liked to help people." Tina offers after a quiet minute. "Lead a group of refugees and resistance fighters. Roland was a good man. He don' deserve nothing but the best. Another adventure sounds like something he'd like."