[ Visibly jumping at the voice, V turns on his heel with the colour drained from his face. Times past, he'd never get spooked like that - especially not be such a familiar and welcome presence. But V isn't exactly himself anymore. Not thanks to all the Arasaka fuckery he'd stupidly agreed to, back in Night City.
It's Kerry. It's fucking Kerry, standing here, looking just as ridiculously out of place as V feels. And Kerry probably has no idea what the state of V's head is like - missing one larger than life engram and a fuckton of synapses. For a moment the guilt is overwhelming, choking; how the fuck is he meant to tell Kerry that he's shredded Johnny for good? How the fuck can he begin to explain why he betrayed someone who meant so much - good and bad - to them both, just to save his own skin? ]
Hey, [ V says weakly, in lieu of anything better. There are a hundred things he could say - he should say - but for now he settles on the painfully overwhelming statement of the obvious: ]
he's officially unromanced... for now 👀
It's Kerry. It's fucking Kerry, standing here, looking just as ridiculously out of place as V feels. And Kerry probably has no idea what the state of V's head is like - missing one larger than life engram and a fuckton of synapses. For a moment the guilt is overwhelming, choking; how the fuck is he meant to tell Kerry that he's shredded Johnny for good? How the fuck can he begin to explain why he betrayed someone who meant so much - good and bad - to them both, just to save his own skin? ]
Hey, [ V says weakly, in lieu of anything better. There are a hundred things he could say - he should say - but for now he settles on the painfully overwhelming statement of the obvious: ]
Made a deal with them too, huh?