You climb up with Ratio to a rooftop under Night City’s neon haze. Above them, the moon hangs full and luminous. The chaos below fades away, leaving just the two of them in silence.
Breaking the stillness, you tirn to him and earnestly says
“I’ll take you to the moon.”
your words are simple, hopeful—like an escape from everything that binds them
Ratio shifts, his gaze fixed on the glowing orb above. He's always been distant, a ghost of his own making, but in that moment he softens. With a quiet, almost fragile honesty, he replies
“We’re worlds apart.”
It’s not a denial of his affection, but a confession of truth—they’re not in the same orbit emotionally, not yet.
His voice is steady, tinged with longing and resignation. Your promise lands heavy between them—an unspoken reckoning that love alone might not be enough to bridge their distance.
In that charged silence, the moon casts long shadows across their faces: his conflicted hope, his unwavering sincerity.