I'm alive. But that's really all I can trust for certain.
Everything else is spoiled with even the smallest amount of doubt. I don't even remember what I wanted when I came to Night City anymore.
โDo you have any other business in the city or have you come solely for that single job?โ
V was admittedly curious if she was one of the types of people to get caught up in the supposed โglamourโ of Night City.
but there are a number of reminders that leave me quickly losing the motivation to do so.
I may start writing out more with others eventually, but for now I'm just going to keep to my small handful.
https://t.co/CcL1MNUM8C This site continues to usher in disappointment after disappointment.
There are some communities here that tend to remind me exactly why I limit the number of people I do replies for.
There are certainly times I feel the desire to write more-
"Hmm... not so much a friend. More of a client? Sort of?"
V would pause for a moment, realizing what she was insinuating.
"Oh, ๐๐ ๐๐. Aren't you funny?"
"I am proud to say I haven't found myself in need of that kind of uh.. enhancement."
He'd chuckle.
"However, I know of someone who did and came to regret it."
"Oh wow, guess I underestimated how much food could be a motivator for you."
He would laugh for a moment and shake his head.
"I'm presuming you want to eat now?"
"Well, it's a fairly absurd one. Even by Night City standards. It's rather short and not so sweet too."
He would chuckle.
"But it's perfect for just a little taste of the merc life."