V had felt, as the semester had been coming to a close, that there were places other than Fandom better suited to his particular talents. He read the paper daily, and found himself pondering the situations in other cities, where there was clear oppression and destruction of hope, as obvious to him as the newsprint upon which he read it.
Certainly, teaching the somewhat unusual youth of this town about how to instigate their own revolutions and stand for a cause was a step in the right direction, but simultaneously, V knew he had retreated and grown lazy in his afterlife.
That was why as soon as dark began to fall on New Year's Eve, V gathered his cloak around him and stole out through the house (and he left
a small envelope on the kitchen table marked For Lord Vader). Once he had concluded business there, V skulked through the shadows of the street towards the causeway.
[This would be V's goodbye post. I have OCDs up for people to say goodbye to him in various locations; if he knew you well, he likely has a gift and anticipated running into you during his departure - because while he's being surrepitious, he's definitely not being so covert that someone with sharp eyes would miss him.
Oh, and as it is NYE, slowplay is love.]