Maybe just NCPTSD. Have to ask my ripper if we somehow get sent back.
[ There was a moment where V had a genuine, unfiltered smile quirked on his lips, a playful gleam in his eye. It was quickly pulled under control and hidden by that cool mask that all edgerunners seemed to hide behind, a habit hard learned from his childhood. He picked another flower and looked down at it, considering the glow and its source: something he was not particularly contributing to, given his standoffish nature.
A nature well-earned over his life. He couldn't honestly say that he'd ever known what security felt like, even in a Night City sense. Even when he thought perhaps he could have it, the issue of the worm eating through his brian still persisted. Now that he was somewhere safe, he couldn't believe it, and he still found himself glancing over his shoulder or keeping his back to a wall like he did when he was a little girl. ]
Yeah, sure it'll either rear its head here soon, or one'f us Otherworlders will sniff it out 'fore too long.
[ V didn't mention that he'd probably be the one to look for it. He put the flower in his basket and reached for another, momentarily glancing to the side as he saw something in the corner of his eye. His gaze lingered as he tried to figure out what it was. V finally gave up and turned his attention back to the flowers as he spoke again. His voice was a little softer, the edges of him a little sanded down. ]
Gotta admit that I hope there's some part'f this place that's as fucked as Night City. Feels real shitty that we come from a place so close to this, but... [ He paused as he looked for the word. ] So thoroughly corrupt. [ V didn't say it, but he hated how unfair it felt. Every time he turned it felt like the universe was spitting in his face, and being here was just another slap in the fucking face. He'd been brought back to life just to see how different his life could have been, how much better it might be if he'd been born just one little dimension over. ]
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[ There was a moment where V had a genuine, unfiltered smile quirked on his lips, a playful gleam in his eye. It was quickly pulled under control and hidden by that cool mask that all edgerunners seemed to hide behind, a habit hard learned from his childhood. He picked another flower and looked down at it, considering the glow and its source: something he was not particularly contributing to, given his standoffish nature.
A nature well-earned over his life. He couldn't honestly say that he'd ever known what security felt like, even in a Night City sense. Even when he thought perhaps he could have it, the issue of the worm eating through his brian still persisted. Now that he was somewhere safe, he couldn't believe it, and he still found himself glancing over his shoulder or keeping his back to a wall like he did when he was a little girl. ]
Yeah, sure it'll either rear its head here soon, or one'f us Otherworlders will sniff it out 'fore too long.
[ V didn't mention that he'd probably be the one to look for it. He put the flower in his basket and reached for another, momentarily glancing to the side as he saw something in the corner of his eye. His gaze lingered as he tried to figure out what it was. V finally gave up and turned his attention back to the flowers as he spoke again. His voice was a little softer, the edges of him a little sanded down. ]
Gotta admit that I hope there's some part'f this place that's as fucked as Night City. Feels real shitty that we come from a place so close to this, but... [ He paused as he looked for the word. ] So thoroughly corrupt. [ V didn't say it, but he hated how unfair it felt. Every time he turned it felt like the universe was spitting in his face, and being here was just another slap in the fucking face. He'd been brought back to life just to see how different his life could have been, how much better it might be if he'd been born just one little dimension over. ]