I just finished Cyberpunk 2077 and Phantom Liberty, and I can’t stop thinking about it.
I’ve played so many emotional games — The Last of Us, Life is Strange, The Witcher — but NOTHING ever hit me like Cyberpunk did.
I chose to save Songbird in the DLC, knowing exactly what it meant:
V would lose everything.
Her mind.
Her identity.
Her existence.
And I still chose it.
Because for me, V wasn’t a hero or a legend — she was a person.
My person.
Someone I shaped, someone I guided, someone I carried through Night City.
And when I looked at Songbird, completely broken, begging for one last chance, I realized:
V would do this.
V would sacrifice herself for someone who still had hope left.
And then the ending hit.
The moment I understood that there would be no victory.
That no matter what I did, someone would lose.
And this time, the one who lost was V.
The scene where Johnny tries to stop me… that crushed me.
Waking up as him — not as V — in a life that felt wrong, empty, unfamiliar.
Being trapped in a body that wasn’t mine.
Knowing V was gone forever, not dead… but erased.
And then the final ride.
Leaving Night City behind, driving into the unknown.
Seeing V’s necklace left at a grave no one will ever visit.
Realizing that no one will ever know she’s gone.
Life in Night City goes on… without her.
That moment broke something inside me.
I didn’t just watch a story.
I lost someone.
Someone I created.
Someone I cared about.
Someone who never truly got to live.
It’s strange how a game can pull emotions out of you that real life doesn’t.
But Cyberpunk made me feel alive… and then it ripped that feeling away again.
I’m not depressed — I’m just honest:
This game hit me harder than anything in years.
I’ll carry this ending with me for a long, long time.
Hope the Blackwall breaks in the next game so my V can escape or idk, really miss her.
I’ve played so many emotional games — The Last of Us, Life is Strange, The Witcher — but NOTHING ever hit me like Cyberpunk did.
I chose to save Songbird in the DLC, knowing exactly what it meant:
V would lose everything.
Her mind.
Her identity.
Her existence.
And I still chose it.
Because for me, V wasn’t a hero or a legend — she was a person.
My person.
Someone I shaped, someone I guided, someone I carried through Night City.
And when I looked at Songbird, completely broken, begging for one last chance, I realized:
V would do this.
V would sacrifice herself for someone who still had hope left.
And then the ending hit.
The moment I understood that there would be no victory.
That no matter what I did, someone would lose.
And this time, the one who lost was V.
The scene where Johnny tries to stop me… that crushed me.
Waking up as him — not as V — in a life that felt wrong, empty, unfamiliar.
Being trapped in a body that wasn’t mine.
Knowing V was gone forever, not dead… but erased.
And then the final ride.
Leaving Night City behind, driving into the unknown.
Seeing V’s necklace left at a grave no one will ever visit.
Realizing that no one will ever know she’s gone.
Life in Night City goes on… without her.
That moment broke something inside me.
I didn’t just watch a story.
I lost someone.
Someone I created.
Someone I cared about.
Someone who never truly got to live.
It’s strange how a game can pull emotions out of you that real life doesn’t.
But Cyberpunk made me feel alive… and then it ripped that feeling away again.
I’m not depressed — I’m just honest:
This game hit me harder than anything in years.
I’ll carry this ending with me for a long, long time.
Hope the Blackwall breaks in the next game so my V can escape or idk, really miss her.
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