Sending you something, hope you won't have to use it
"Sending you something, hope you won't have to use it" – email from Cyberpunk 2077. Hey. Wish you had told me you were dropping by – I found some sketches of your projects recently.
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Hey.
Wish you had told me you were dropping by – I found some sketches of your projects recently. They're collecting dust in the kitchen now and I don't even know if you're still into that or if you gave up on it like you do with everything else once you get into something new.
I hope I managed to convince you to drop that insane fucking idea, but then again, who am I kidding – you won't.
Gotta admit, your timing was perfect as usual – right when I started to sort everything out and even met a girl who not only wouldn't throw me into depths of despair, but actually gave me a glimmer of hope I'd pull myself together, you turned up and reminded me that whatever she is to me, she'll never replace you.
Okay, enough wallowing. I just want you to know whatever you get into, I'm out. And remember that mercs don't care if a plan is good or not. For them, it's all about the eddies. Don't be naive thinking V is in this for the cause – it's either cash or some ulterior motive.
Anyway, you will probably need a gun and I'd rather it be in the hands of someone who knows how to use it. I'm sending it to your apartment.
I won't try to dissuade you because I know it'll have the opposite effect. If you ever decide you want to meet, just call me instead of coming in through the window with some thugs. I know you don't give two shits about protocol and procedures, but I work there and even though I want nothing to do with it, you'll still find a way to fuck it all up for me.
Wish you had told me you were dropping by – I found some sketches of your projects recently. They're collecting dust in the kitchen now and I don't even know if you're still into that or if you gave up on it like you do with everything else once you get into something new.
I hope I managed to convince you to drop that insane fucking idea, but then again, who am I kidding – you won't.
Gotta admit, your timing was perfect as usual – right when I started to sort everything out and even met a girl who not only wouldn't throw me into depths of despair, but actually gave me a glimmer of hope I'd pull myself together, you turned up and reminded me that whatever she is to me, she'll never replace you.
Okay, enough wallowing. I just want you to know whatever you get into, I'm out. And remember that mercs don't care if a plan is good or not. For them, it's all about the eddies. Don't be naive thinking V is in this for the cause – it's either cash or some ulterior motive.
Anyway, you will probably need a gun and I'd rather it be in the hands of someone who knows how to use it. I'm sending it to your apartment.
I won't try to dissuade you because I know it'll have the opposite effect. If you ever decide you want to meet, just call me instead of coming in through the window with some thugs. I know you don't give two shits about protocol and procedures, but I work there and even though I want nothing to do with it, you'll still find a way to fuck it all up for me.
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