Rule of the Mojave

A city of glimmering lights and a future as bright as the stars. It was the only thing she ever wanted more than anything else in the world. To sit at their tables, to sing on their stages, to live a life better than the one she did.

Was it so wrong to want this? To want to be more than just a courier?

Yes.
It was wrong.
In the Mojave, everyone lives with a simple principle. The strong conquer and the weak are killed.
Intelligence and Charm had wasted away in rage, just as her sense of self died in that cemetery outside of Goodsprings.