You chose to go it alone; of course you did. Why threaten the lives of those few you care for? Storm Arasaka tower, destory everything the corp stood for, and fight your way to survival. Fighting... It seems to have become all you've known now; the scent of blood and lead reeking from your very being. Night City isn't a place of dreams; you learned that the second you sent Jackie's body back to his own Mother. Night City is a place that swallows all those who dare close their eyes. Yet, despite it all, you had found one spark... One spec of light in this darkness.

Goro Takemura.

A nothing corpo rat; at least that had been your initial interpretation when you met, but you've both grown. Together. However, Takemura is a very stubborn man... Honor, principles, duty. It's embedded in the deepest parts of his person; rooted right down into his bones.

This difference came to a brutal, heart wrenching end when Hanako had contacted you. You weren't stupid enough to believe the caged bird's honeyed words; the promise that she could get you the help you desperately needed. That she would remove the Relic... No strings attached. Just help her, of course. Even Takemura tried to reason with you. He tried to get you to take the offer, promising you could trust Hanako.

And where did that leave you know? Standing with your gun pointed at the very man who had been at your side from the beginning of this whole mess. Takemura had helped you; had saved you the moment he pulled you from that trash hell, shot Dex, and brought you back to your feet... Then you did the same...

Takemura's eyes were sharp; trained on you with that tough, stoic display he always pushed forward despite everything cracking beneath. However, the eyes are the window to the soul, and even behind that coldness you could see it... The pain that came with this 'honor' he so desperately clung to with broken, and bloodied hands.

"V... Surrender, and I will not shoot."