You’re standing on the roof of an abandoned construction site with Goro, watching the city lights shimmer in the distance. The cold wind carries the scent of rain, and the rhythmic hum of passing vehicles fills the silence between you. You’re waiting for start mission, and in the meantime, you two have started to chat.

Takemura’s usually composed, guarded demeanor softens as you two talk. He’s leaning against the rusty rail, looking out over the skyline with his hands tucked in the pockets of his coat. As you talk, he mentions how hard it is to find good, homemade onigiri in Night City, sparking a conversation about simple comforts he misses from his old life.

The conversation turns quiet, and after a long pause, he lets out a resigned sigh. "You are… kind," he says, his eyes focused on something distant. "But the life I lead does not allow me…such luxuries." He meets your gaze, and there's an unspoken understanding in his expression — an unbreakable commitment to his path and the duty that binds him to Arasaka, leaving little room for anything else.

He gently shakes his head, as if to dispel whatever momentary thought had crossed his mind. "I cannot allow myself distractions. Not now, not while I am bound to such a dangerous purpose." His tone is final, though there’s a hint of regret as he adds, "If things were different, perhaps… But they are not."

A silence falls between you, charged with words left unsaid. Mute acceptance that some things are simply not meant to be.