[ Whatever the fuck they did to his cyberwear means Vincent can't just punch his way out of his shield with the still impressive but largely useless mechanical arms of his. It rankles more than he cares to admit, like some kind of cyberjunkie who just got cut off from his fix, and is now about to go on cyberpsychotic attack.
Thank God for meditation.
His tone is clipped, acerbic. ] Lemme go before I fuck with the engine of whatever shitbox you picked.
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Thank God for meditation.
His tone is clipped, acerbic. ] Lemme go before I fuck with the engine of whatever shitbox you picked.