He didn't really mean it and his voice gave him away. It carried an annoyed affection in it - something he didn't want to hear but he was admitting that the point Vince made was correct. He knew that now but as a kid it was so easy to think that money was the answer to everything. Everyone who had money seemed to be successful and seemed to be safe and happy and comfortable. To a kid who was lucky to eat once a day? Money was definitely the answer. And, well, credit where credit was due: there were things now that Vincent didn't have to worry about anymore that were constantly consuming him when he was young. He was, in some ways, more content.
"Night City's the city'f dreams. Work hard enough, stab enough people in the back, kill enough'n you can become the king of it all. Can be richer than Ker if you play your cards right but damn the target on your back gets to be so big."
Vincent had more to say but he was relaxed enough to feel unhurried to arrive at his point. Times like this where he was alone with Vince for enough time allowed Vincent the luxury of slowing down - rare for someone so entrenched in Night City's bullshit. A luxury most of them would never know.
"Night City's the only thing that's been constant in my life. It's the only thing that I know. I know all the streets, I know all the gangs, I know the big players. I know the rules'f survival here. Night City's all I ever had'n it's all I know."
Vincent was a creature of habit - he'd lived over half of his life in fear and desperate clawing at the unknown to simply see the next day. To ask him to leave the only thing he really knew and could trust to remain the same was a rather large ask, and demanded of him a huge leap of faith.
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Date: 2022-07-22 01:46 am (UTC)He didn't really mean it and his voice gave him away. It carried an annoyed affection in it - something he didn't want to hear but he was admitting that the point Vince made was correct. He knew that now but as a kid it was so easy to think that money was the answer to everything. Everyone who had money seemed to be successful and seemed to be safe and happy and comfortable. To a kid who was lucky to eat once a day? Money was definitely the answer. And, well, credit where credit was due: there were things now that Vincent didn't have to worry about anymore that were constantly consuming him when he was young. He was, in some ways, more content.
"Night City's the city'f dreams. Work hard enough, stab enough people in the back, kill enough'n you can become the king of it all. Can be richer than Ker if you play your cards right but damn the target on your back gets to be so big."
Vincent had more to say but he was relaxed enough to feel unhurried to arrive at his point. Times like this where he was alone with Vince for enough time allowed Vincent the luxury of slowing down - rare for someone so entrenched in Night City's bullshit. A luxury most of them would never know.
"Night City's the only thing that's been constant in my life. It's the only thing that I know. I know all the streets, I know all the gangs, I know the big players. I know the rules'f survival here. Night City's all I ever had'n it's all I know."
Vincent was a creature of habit - he'd lived over half of his life in fear and desperate clawing at the unknown to simply see the next day. To ask him to leave the only thing he really knew and could trust to remain the same was a rather large ask, and demanded of him a huge leap of faith.