He's not wrong, is this thing. Night City is an abusive spouse. Lucy had run to it in her teens, seeking an escape, seeking a city big enough to get lost in, and she'd found exactly what she'd needed. Night City had been huge and bright and beautiful, full of lost souls and endless potential.
In the end, it had taken more from her than Arasaka ever had. And yet, besides going to the moon for a few days, she'd never been able to break free of that city. Circling back to it time and time again, like a wounded dog returning to the place that it's going to die.
"Maybe Magisteria will be different," she sighs.
Lucy cranes her neck, staring up at the apartment buildings that they've told will house them for however long they want. They've even been given funds to survive for a few months. That's suspiciously kind.
She glances over at the other victim of Night City. Despite the corpo in his eyes, she... wants to get to know him. A piece of home in this strange place. So she tilts her head, nodding toward the apartment entrance. "I'm gonna check this place out. Want to come with?"
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In the end, it had taken more from her than Arasaka ever had. And yet, besides going to the moon for a few days, she'd never been able to break free of that city. Circling back to it time and time again, like a wounded dog returning to the place that it's going to die.
"Maybe Magisteria will be different," she sighs.
Lucy cranes her neck, staring up at the apartment buildings that they've told will house them for however long they want. They've even been given funds to survive for a few months. That's suspiciously kind.
She glances over at the other victim of Night City. Despite the corpo in his eyes, she... wants to get to know him. A piece of home in this strange place. So she tilts her head, nodding toward the apartment entrance. "I'm gonna check this place out. Want to come with?"