[ Drifting with purpose is what V's been doing his whole life, and while Night City makes him feel more like a Static than ever before, he's still got nomad fire in his veins. Even from a young age, he'd understood making connections with people outside of the family was likely to be short-lived and fleeting. If he was a heartbreaker it's not something he meant to be, but the way Johnny says it makes it sound preem in a way that only ageing rockerboys can.
His amusement escapes in a quick breath through his nose - a breath he knows isn't really a breath at all, here in his dream. Back to feeling nostalgic for a simpler time; he feels that ache of longing for the open road as if he were awake instead of dreaming. ]
She understood. So did I. Moved on not long after. Don't think it was 'cause of me, was just time.
[ Itchy feet, keen to put rubber to the road to see what else was out there. Not that the family hadn't had to move on because of V's antics before, but that time was different. ]
Always worse when it wasn't a nomad I was leavin' behind. Whole buncha people out there lookin' for the nomad experience. 'Least they thought they wanted it. Wasn't the same as in their BDs.
[ They live in a society where all manner of kinks and niche interests are catered to. He'd hunt down a nomad-inspired BD just for a laugh, but time hasn't been kind and there's more pressing things to do.
'Catching feelings' has always been a phrase he's disliked, as if they're a disease when V knows they're not. He can name his, doesn't shy away from them. What's the point? But as those people discovered, catching feelings for nomads is sure to lead to heartbreak all the same, 'cause in the morning that nomad is nothing but a memory. A lingering indentation in a mattress and the scent of wind-swept hair and sun-warmed skin hanging in the air where there used to be a person.
Longest he's ever stuck around in one place is Night City, and he already knows with painful clarity he's not just doing it now to save his own hide. He gives a shit about what happens to Johnny, too. ]
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His amusement escapes in a quick breath through his nose - a breath he knows isn't really a breath at all, here in his dream. Back to feeling nostalgic for a simpler time; he feels that ache of longing for the open road as if he were awake instead of dreaming. ]
She understood. So did I. Moved on not long after. Don't think it was 'cause of me, was just time.
[ Itchy feet, keen to put rubber to the road to see what else was out there. Not that the family hadn't had to move on because of V's antics before, but that time was different. ]
Always worse when it wasn't a nomad I was leavin' behind. Whole buncha people out there lookin' for the nomad experience. 'Least they thought they wanted it. Wasn't the same as in their BDs.
[ They live in a society where all manner of kinks and niche interests are catered to. He'd hunt down a nomad-inspired BD just for a laugh, but time hasn't been kind and there's more pressing things to do.
'Catching feelings' has always been a phrase he's disliked, as if they're a disease when V knows they're not. He can name his, doesn't shy away from them. What's the point? But as those people discovered, catching feelings for nomads is sure to lead to heartbreak all the same, 'cause in the morning that nomad is nothing but a memory. A lingering indentation in a mattress and the scent of wind-swept hair and sun-warmed skin hanging in the air where there used to be a person.
Longest he's ever stuck around in one place is Night City, and he already knows with painful clarity he's not just doing it now to save his own hide. He gives a shit about what happens to Johnny, too. ]