my vulpes inculta headcanon is that whenever he goes to the strip for "reconnaissance" he goes absolutely fucking hogwild with the hookers and blow and gambling like he gets so lost in the sauce and forgets to do any actual recon and caesar thinks hes such a brave little frumentarius for braving the scawy stwip with so many ncr officers but vulpes is actually out getting crunk as fuuuuuuck.
i know that "unalive" is part of larger worrying trend of self censorship but if you really are in a situtation where you have to avoid the words "die" or "kill" the english language already has centuries worth of much better euphemisms. the iconic and perennial "six feet under"? the lovely imagery of "pushing up daisies"? "shuffle off this mortal coil"????? literally anything from the monty python dead parrot bit???? you have so many options. please try to be more creative at least
[ID: a medieval manuscript style drawing of Claus and Magdalene Drucker from Pentiment. Magdalene is very young, and is sitting on Claus’s lap as he sits on a stool. Magdalene is covered in splotches of paint, as is Claus’s apron, and Claus has a paintbrush tucked behind his ear. On the wall next to them, a page of text has been tacked up with pins. There’s text in gothic type on the page, with a large initial “B” and some marginal decoration. It’s colored in very sloppily, suggesting that Magdalene has done the painting on the page after her father printed it.]
I love characters who act selfishly to protect the people they love. Absolutely will 1000% hit that trope like a line of coke. I have no moral qualms about this.