It sounds an awful lot like possession. [Which was the closest reference that someone like Dorian had. He was fascinated by the technology V had introduced to him, but he had no concept of it. He could hardly work a stove yet. ] Who's personality was meant to override his own?
[Maybe it was a personal question, maybe this man didn't know, but Dorian was to inquisitive not to ask the question.
Dorian was quiet, trying to digest the information, V's shortened life, his delicate headspace, and how he should respond to it all. The only control he had in this situation was his own response after all.
Still, it hurt quite a bit, his experience, which he kept to himself.] No...no he doesn't deserve to be left like that, whatever part of him is still V. I- [Dorian hesitated, a bit unsure of himself and what to say.]
-thank you. I don't know what help I can offer, but you can call on me as you will. [And realizing his lapse in manners due to his own distress he followed up with:] I'm Dorian, by the way.
[It’s no big secret, even if the details are lost to most. But Johnny once again can’t be bothered to be delicate about it.]
Mine. [Plainly put-] “Possession” isn’t too far off the mark. Guess you could call me a ghost come back to life.
[Wry. Might as well be one, he thinks; a ghost that haunted the recesses of a merc’s mind. A deadman walking — and given life again in this place.]
Name’s Johnny Silverhand. I’ll keep you up to date if there’s anything I can think of that’ll help. Sure I’ll hear more about you — or from you — if you’re that close with V. In the meantime, just keep an eye out for him.
How your "ghost" or "spirit" came to be in V's possession is, no doubt a fascinating story. [The happenstance must have been incredible.]
I appreciate it and if I do see him I'll inform you as I doubt there's much I can do in terms of helping him, aside from preventing his arrest. [Something he's tried once so far.]
no subject
[Maybe it was a personal question, maybe this man didn't know, but Dorian was to inquisitive not to ask the question.
Dorian was quiet, trying to digest the information, V's shortened life, his delicate headspace, and how he should respond to it all. The only control he had in this situation was his own response after all.
Still, it hurt quite a bit, his experience, which he kept to himself.] No...no he doesn't deserve to be left like that, whatever part of him is still V. I- [Dorian hesitated, a bit unsure of himself and what to say.]
-thank you. I don't know what help I can offer, but you can call on me as you will. [And realizing his lapse in manners due to his own distress he followed up with:] I'm Dorian, by the way.
no subject
Mine. [Plainly put-] “Possession” isn’t too far off the mark. Guess you could call me a ghost come back to life.
[Wry. Might as well be one, he thinks; a ghost that haunted the recesses of a merc’s mind. A deadman walking — and given life again in this place.]
Name’s Johnny Silverhand. I’ll keep you up to date if there’s anything I can think of that’ll help. Sure I’ll hear more about you — or from you — if you’re that close with V. In the meantime, just keep an eye out for him.
no subject
I appreciate it and if I do see him I'll inform you as I doubt there's much I can do in terms of helping him, aside from preventing his arrest. [Something he's tried once so far.]