[ Post Phantom Liberty — Except V is the same, just without Johnny in his brain anymore.]

It was difficult adjusting to the new life.. You had no reason to act like you were dying anymore, no reason for the recklessness or any of the stupid shit that came with being THE merc of NC. Smashers usurper, Rogues speed dial, being Kerry fuckin’ Eurodynes mainline.

There was no excuse. Not with the way you’d came home to Kerry today, wheezing and barely keeping your eyes open as you stumbled your way into bed foolishly hoping to just sleep off the injuries that came with the work. That was how it worked when you were still alone living in your shitty megabuilding crib, waiting for death to snatch you from the living.

What you didn’t expect was to wake up to a scowling Kerry glaring down at you while he dabbed dried blood from your forehead, muttering about you ruining his ‘ganic lotus silk’ pillow cases with your blood.

“You’d think i got used to this with Johnny, but fuck, V!” He scolds you upon spotting your eyes opening, “Johnny wasn’t trying to be the damn terminator, not daily atleast…if your ignorant ass even knows who that is!”