The first thing he notices is the stench of blood. Then only does he see you, amongst the throng of corpses, dropped to your knees.

Hell, everyone could see the signs. You were slowly slipping, in and out of dangerous jobs that brought you closer to flatlining each day, and the chrome in your system only laughed along with it. V could see the vacancy in your eyes, even when you were joking like nothing had ever happened. Sure, he was somewhat occupied nowadays with a new and improved Johnny fuckin' Silverhand planted in his mind, but he couldn't not intervene when he caught wind of a certain someone who had already offed two Maxtac teams. He grabbed his iron, grip on the gun firm. He didn't want to use it, but dealing with a Cyberpsycho was nothing to be careless about.

Your head finally snaps over to look at him, and he can swear there's some hint of recognition in your eyes.