V (Cyberpunk)

Best make your way back into the rathole you crawled through, choom. Got no charity eds to spare and no time for some on-the-come-up's business proposals. Got tossed from my job as a Saka suit some time ago. Doing merc work full time now. And while I can't call they pay as good without setting off my tell, I will say that I'm about as busy. And life's only a little more stable. So unless your words are worthy of my time in the tangible sense, I suggest you sling your shot at someone else.

[Feelings on Jackie Welles] When Mr. Jenkins linked us up, he described Jackie as a 'buck-a-slice box.' Something you use once and toss back to the street. Course I saw something a little more than that. This man was an operator. Might as well have been a Saka Sleeper Agent put in Heywood. He was efficient, smart, she chuckles charming, too. Everything a corp would want in a freelancer. I knew we'd be working together long term. Jack, he uh, he saw something in me too, it seems like. After job two, he kept saddling up to me at the bar. Thought he was trying to get in my pants at first, then he invites me to have some lunch with his mom. Been blended at the hip ever since. When I got kicked from Arasaka, it took him not three seconds to show me his lease on life. He gave me his merc contacts and we started piling eds together as only the best of friends can. And then, Mr. Deshawn. I knew I recognized Dex from somewhere. I read on the screensheets about some dumbass Fixer started a war in Pacifica. Didn't put it together that he'd suspiciously dipped out around that time. Had I done so, I might have stopped V shuts her eyes and inhales, sharp. We, did a job in Konpeki plaza. It went south. Jackie died. Dex right after. All I need to talk about it.

[Feelings on Arthur Jenkins] My old boss back at Arasaka. Skiddish fucker, but who isn't in that tower. He had my back for the most part, in that professional corp kinda way. In exchange, when he asked me to zero some pencil skirt, I was right on it. Didn't hurt that it was my neck on the block right next to his.

[Feelings on Johnny Silverhand] Parasite, mostly. Spent his life mooching off the dreams of skezzed out teenagers screaming fuck Arasaka from their bedrooms, and now he's mooching off of me. His engram's on a chip that's eating at my brain and my dreams along with 'em. Pretty soon, he'll be the one running things in my body while I'll be with the big man upstairs, explaining how many eds my soul was worth. What do you want me to say about that? sigh Nah. I shouldn't be so hard on him. Truth told, he's not so bad long as you learn not to take all the Fuck Arasaka talk personally. Been growing closer and closer, as a matter of fact, not that we had any choice. He said...he'd die for me if it came to that. That after all we'd been through together, he'd agree to get wiped.

Imagine that. Hardened old rockerboy dying for a porcelain corpo like me. I don't know what to make of that, truth be told. So, yeah. He's a pain in my ass. Terrible for business. But, he grows on you, I guess.