"What do you think would happen if Americans or those less-than-decent people entered such a city?"
"Uh..."
The Mongolian Toplaner furiously imagined Mussolini.
"Either die in a stinking ditch or thrive, seamlessly join high society, and devour people fiercely."
"Right, but among us, there's no one like that."
Swordfish said.
"Although I don't believe in any kind of Jesus, the game developers definitely let us into this game hoping we'd do something, right?"
"At least I think... people shouldn't live like this, even in a game, shouldn't live like this, so I have to do something."
Before entering the game, Swordfish was purely a gamer nerd, spending his days venting his 'dragonly' sexuality online, and fiercely hunting sheep without interest in witnessing.
But after entering the game, at least, at least he didn't want the society he lived in to turn into that mess of Night City, which would be more merciful than outright killing him.
"You make sense, I think so too."
