In the space of time since V had last seen Takemura, he had come up with an entire plan to reach Hanako Arasaka without raising alarms. A convoluted one more resembling a suicide run. But they had little else to go by, so V was game. She had to.
The upcoming dashi parade for the Aratama Matsuri Festival was going to take place in Japantown, so Takemura asked V if she knew anyone in the district who was privy to the organization. V could only think of one name. They drove to Jig-Jig Street in his van to the jazzy tunes of Royal Blue FM through the speakers. An experimental mashup of brass, bass, and drums sounded like musical jerking off as Goro drove with his stern gaze trained on the road. He still looked like the embodiment of a shitty day and the thin hope for a swift end slowly slipping away through his fingers. So despite his demeanor that betrayed his rapidly growing impatience, V took a calculated risk by asking whether he was doing all right. He threw a puzzled look at her.
"Yes. Why the sudden concern?" he replied, his voice rough and low.
"Uh, just askin'? Does everythin' with you gotta have an ulterior motive?"
He frowned, tensing his lips and returning his attention to the road.
"I apologize, that came off wrong," he said. "I... I am simply not used to such questions. People like me, either we are doing well or we are in a grave."
"That's brutal," V let out as a thought out loud, raising her brows and looking at him at the corner of her eyes.
"It's reality, V," he deadpanned.
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