#viktor vektor

Chapter 6 - IV of Cups

Vale finds comfort in that family is family, for the better and for worse.

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"You want the truth? Even if it'll piss you off?"

He shrugs. "Already pissed. I don't really care anymore."

"'kay. Well. Dew's always gone her own way. She's talked about Night City since we were kids. You though? You've talked about Night City, but as much you've talked about being a clan leader, about joining the Aldacaldos, going corp, joining up for the NUSA and playin' soldier. Was scared you were just running off to the next shiny thing and damn the rest of us. Still scared of that. Feel like I'm holding the rest of the clan together with spit and duct tape. I'm scared. I'm sorry I took that out on you."

Felix scoffs. "That's what I needed to know. Dew may think you shit rainbows, but I see right through you. You've been trying to control the family since you got yo—since your brother died."

Vale's arms convulse, locking around their knees to keep from lashing out. He'd caught himself, but not fast enough. Since you…got your brother killed. Their mouth tastes bitter with nightmare fear. They bow their head, heart pounding.

Felix gets up and stretches. He smells like cigarettes and malt liquor. His demeanor shifts to pleasant, as if he hadn't just found the sorest spot he knew Vale harbored, and punched as hard as he could.