Things were definitely fucked and V was still a bit in a haze as to how he felt about everything. Having the opportunity to be alive and have his body back, to reconnect with Jackie and Kerry, was worth more than anything V could ever hope to give. Things with Kerry were a bit complex and he was going to need time to sort through that, but at the very least he had Jackie.
V frowned a bit at what Jackie said. He'd honestly assumed that Jackie had also, for lack of a better term, 'belonged' to the other V, given Kerry did. That neither of them were Jackie's both made V feel better and worse. Better that at least the nomad didn't have everyone, but worse because, well, V understood quite deeply the feeling of having not quite your friend here. When Jackie delved into feeling he didn't belong... He took the bottle up.
"Eh, just been told Johnny's here." That alone deserved a drink. "Been fortunate enough not to run into him yet." And thank that: V had no clue how to feel about Johnny being around, and he had no clue how he would feel to have the man before him. That was a relationship best described as 'it's complicated'.
"I know you're probably gonna tell me it's ok, but I'm sorry I'm not your V." Another drink, then he surrenders the bottle back to the space between them. "Know how it feels to just about know someone but it ain't the them you knew." He was speaking more on Kerry, but Jackie fell into that as well if he were to be technical.
"I doubt it helps but I'm not s'pposed to have a body'r even a sense of self. I'm..." His voice catches in his throat and, for some reason, he finds himself struggling to admit this out loud. "I... I'm just some AI... Shoved into a body." A body he gave away to someone else. A body that was technically no longer rightfully his. "Guess we're just two dead guys, huh?"
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V frowned a bit at what Jackie said. He'd honestly assumed that Jackie had also, for lack of a better term, 'belonged' to the other V, given Kerry did. That neither of them were Jackie's both made V feel better and worse. Better that at least the nomad didn't have everyone, but worse because, well, V understood quite deeply the feeling of having not quite your friend here. When Jackie delved into feeling he didn't belong... He took the bottle up.
"Eh, just been told Johnny's here." That alone deserved a drink. "Been fortunate enough not to run into him yet." And thank that: V had no clue how to feel about Johnny being around, and he had no clue how he would feel to have the man before him. That was a relationship best described as 'it's complicated'.
"I know you're probably gonna tell me it's ok, but I'm sorry I'm not your V." Another drink, then he surrenders the bottle back to the space between them. "Know how it feels to just about know someone but it ain't the them you knew." He was speaking more on Kerry, but Jackie fell into that as well if he were to be technical.
"I doubt it helps but I'm not s'pposed to have a body'r even a sense of self. I'm..." His voice catches in his throat and, for some reason, he finds himself struggling to admit this out loud. "I... I'm just some AI... Shoved into a body." A body he gave away to someone else. A body that was technically no longer rightfully his. "Guess we're just two dead guys, huh?"