[ Can't deny that part of him's elated at the idea of both a pat on the back from Johnny and a reaching belief that he's got it in him to go that far. Always comes with the heavy caveat of 'if you survive', but that doesn't darken the doorway of this particular treasure uncovered.
He'd motion to pat himself on the back but already knows the kind of look it'd get from Johnny, so he just sits still and nods his head, slowly. Like he's trying to keep the crown Johnny put there in place. ]
Think I already know Night City's not for me.
[ That glory, no matter how big the pull, probably isn't worth continuing down a path he wants to veer off of. Whether or not Johnny's called it right remains to be seen. Survival comes first, just like always. ]
We survive this? Gettin' on my bike 'n riding as close to the distant horizon as I can.
[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.
[ The lie everybody tells themselves is they can leave whenever they want. Maybe V's starting to understand that. No corner of Night City is as dark as the Badlands when there's no moon, but it feels darker. Choking the air out of his lungs and leaving him feeling like he can't remember the last time he took a deep breath.
But going out in a blaze of glory isn't exclusive just to Night City. He knows that too. Thing is, it's hard to think outside of and around the plan. Arasaka Tower. Mikoshi. Alt. Not knowing what's going to happen makes all of this hypothetical at best, and terrifying at worst.
Forcing himself not to dwell on it, he doesn't notice that the sky has taken on a different quality now. Clouds are rolling in thick and full, swollen with rain like floating sponges ready to be wrung dry. Instead, he's smirking too at Johnny's assessment. ]
Night City's not the only place that'll swallow you whole. You think this place is vanilla? Out here, nothin' between you 'n the real wild things.
[ There's a brief pause and then V's reclining back into the grass again, eyes fixed on Johnny's surprisingly solid-looking back. ]
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He'd motion to pat himself on the back but already knows the kind of look it'd get from Johnny, so he just sits still and nods his head, slowly. Like he's trying to keep the crown Johnny put there in place. ]
Think I already know Night City's not for me.
[ That glory, no matter how big the pull, probably isn't worth continuing down a path he wants to veer off of. Whether or not Johnny's called it right remains to be seen. Survival comes first, just like always. ]
We survive this? Gettin' on my bike 'n riding as close to the distant horizon as I can.
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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.
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[ The lie everybody tells themselves is they can leave whenever they want. Maybe V's starting to understand that. No corner of Night City is as dark as the Badlands when there's no moon, but it feels darker. Choking the air out of his lungs and leaving him feeling like he can't remember the last time he took a deep breath.
But going out in a blaze of glory isn't exclusive just to Night City. He knows that too. Thing is, it's hard to think outside of and around the plan. Arasaka Tower. Mikoshi. Alt. Not knowing what's going to happen makes all of this hypothetical at best, and terrifying at worst.
Forcing himself not to dwell on it, he doesn't notice that the sky has taken on a different quality now. Clouds are rolling in thick and full, swollen with rain like floating sponges ready to be wrung dry. Instead, he's smirking too at Johnny's assessment. ]
Night City's not the only place that'll swallow you whole. You think this place is vanilla? Out here, nothin' between you 'n the real wild things.
[ There's a brief pause and then V's reclining back into the grass again, eyes fixed on Johnny's surprisingly solid-looking back. ]
Ever heard of the Sun Dance?