[Johnny isn’t so sure — for all their talk of wanting to tear themselves away from the city, there’s something about it that sticks to the soul, something that drills past the bone marks its permanence there. Maybe it’s because Night City never changes, always stands unmoving in its pool of ugly things, while the rest of the world tries to move on, but can’t quite free its shoes from its muck.

It’s that unchanging that guarantees Johnny would always have been screaming into a mic for the rest of days, or fighting violently against the corpo machine, if his life hadn’t been cut short and digitized into a prison of Arasaka tech. And now that V’s caught in the net of Night City just like he was, and he wonders how much he’ll continue to pull against its influence when all is said and done.

However it plays out.]

So no blaze of glory, right?

[He shrugs.]

Guess I’m not surprised if your dreams end up looking like this. Peaceful, idyllic... [A smirk.] Little too vanilla for my tastes, though.