[V's assumption is a correct one, and Johnny faintly shakes his head.]
Barring present company? Nope.
[Though certainly not out of some disregard for the lifestyle; Johnny's a championer of freedom as much as the next man who can see how the world tries to siphon it away, a slow-drip leeching of the soul, leaving the mind hollow enough to accept it as the norm. No, it's not a difference of ideals that kept him out a nomad's path until he was literally wedged into one's chipslot, but one of circumstance and time. As much as Johnny sometimes tries to forget that he's decades departed from when he died and digitized into a ghost, questions like these serve to remind him that isn't the case -- even in the thrall of V's scenic dreaming.]
Nomads weren't around that much on the fringes of Night City in my day. Still trying to get their footing in the years following the war, left high and dry by the government to fend for themselves. [Not that Johnny really has to do any exposition for V, of all people.] Can't say I have anything against their ideals, though. That want to be free, to not be tied down by corpo regime -- could just use a little more fighting spirit, is all.
[Says the terrorist.
He glances sidelong at V, eyes not hidden from beneath his shades this time.]
Guess the city hasn't stamped that sense of freedom out of you just yet, if you're still dreaming up something like this. Miss it?
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Barring present company? Nope.
[Though certainly not out of some disregard for the lifestyle; Johnny's a championer of freedom as much as the next man who can see how the world tries to siphon it away, a slow-drip leeching of the soul, leaving the mind hollow enough to accept it as the norm. No, it's not a difference of ideals that kept him out a nomad's path until he was literally wedged into one's chipslot, but one of circumstance and time. As much as Johnny sometimes tries to forget that he's decades departed from when he died and digitized into a ghost, questions like these serve to remind him that isn't the case -- even in the thrall of V's scenic dreaming.]
Nomads weren't around that much on the fringes of Night City in my day. Still trying to get their footing in the years following the war, left high and dry by the government to fend for themselves. [Not that Johnny really has to do any exposition for V, of all people.] Can't say I have anything against their ideals, though. That want to be free, to not be tied down by corpo regime -- could just use a little more fighting spirit, is all.
[Says the terrorist.
He glances sidelong at V, eyes not hidden from beneath his shades this time.]
Guess the city hasn't stamped that sense of freedom out of you just yet, if you're still dreaming up something like this. Miss it?