"Thank you," Cyprus said to the soldier with a weak voice. The stimpak that the Ranger injected into him not only numbed the pain in his legs but also clouded his mind and made his vision blurry; he still had to get used to its healing powers. To Cyprus, everything happened in a flash. One minute he was on the ground in what seemed to be the last few seconds of his life and the next minute he was being helped up by the NCR, a group which as of late was not on good terms with the Brotherhood. But, help was help and he made sure that he was thankful for it, even though he was in a very bad shape at the moment. "It-it's good to see that even though we're at each others throats at the moment that you'd take your time to help a fool like me instead of going in the other direction."<br/><br/>"You know, you all are not as bad as the propaganda makes you out to be, I'll tell you that." Cyprus babbled on and on, going on to talk about the time he had once kept a radscorpion as a pet once and had to give it away because it cut someone's finger off. The drugs were making him like this, but he could not really control himself after a while.<br/><br/>"Eh, but what could you do? Those things belong in the wastes anyway, am I right?"<br/><br/>He then let out a hearty laugh as he limped on. He then began to sing the first opening lines to Frank Sinatra's "Blue Moon" in a slurred voice that was akin to that of a drunkard. "Blue moon you saw me standing there alone!"<br/><br/>He was out of it now. He was totally out of it now.