I couldn’t understand how someone could love me and do what was done. So I called it a performance which is easier than the alternative. But maybe the alternative was that it was both real, and a performance. And if it was real then maybe the ending wasn’t abandonment.
I get the feeling the last show you picked for us to watch was foreshadowing. David said what you couldn’t, a boy who burned himself down to give the dreamer her sky. I’ll never forgive Night City for what it takes, for what it decided for both of us without our consent.
You were always leaving me clues in the spaces between words, hoping I was clever enough to understand what you couldn’t say out loud. I think I finally did, too late. Before I could you pulled a David and glitched the system just long enough to get me out.
You never had to save me. All I ever wanted was for you to be able to finally live. I guess both things can be true at once.