[ 9S doesn't fuss too much once they get to the Resistance Camp. Well... Not entirely. The remark about him fucking the concrete is made just before he's powered down for maintenance. And he's completely powered down for the process. Which may as well be a godsend, because then his mind can't wander and linger on the entirety of the afternoon. He can only hope too many questions aren't asked, but it seems concern and interest is gone the instant he powers back up. ]
[ Likely because the repairs took hours to achieve. 9S required almost an entire replacement of his groin and related fluids. At the very least, they salvaged heartier parts. Not that this status report is meant to encourage 9S, but it may... A little. ]
[ A few days pass. Surprisingly with no further error or concerns. Simple errands for the Resistance, little side missions that don't pertain too much to intel. It's likely they'll be called back to the Bunker sooner or later. But 9S isn't sure he wants to go back. No, he's too busy lingering over those words. "You'd just die anyway"... ]
[ Perhaps he's worrying too much. That could have meant anything. And 9S desperately wants to believe that 2B is the only good thing going for him. And she is. They haven't touched each other since that strange afternoon, but 9S hangs on to this strange hope that something will come of it. He doesn't pry too much, but his focus on that has him ignoring any paranoia. For the time being. ]
[ He sighs, packing his small bag in the room loaned to them by the Resistance, back turned to 2B. ]
Any word from Command for further intel? I feel like all we've been doing are crummy deliveries.
no subject
[ Likely because the repairs took hours to achieve. 9S required almost an entire replacement of his groin and related fluids. At the very least, they salvaged heartier parts. Not that this status report is meant to encourage 9S, but it may... A little. ]
[ A few days pass. Surprisingly with no further error or concerns. Simple errands for the Resistance, little side missions that don't pertain too much to intel. It's likely they'll be called back to the Bunker sooner or later. But 9S isn't sure he wants to go back. No, he's too busy lingering over those words. "You'd just die anyway"... ]
[ Perhaps he's worrying too much. That could have meant anything. And 9S desperately wants to believe that 2B is the only good thing going for him. And she is. They haven't touched each other since that strange afternoon, but 9S hangs on to this strange hope that something will come of it. He doesn't pry too much, but his focus on that has him ignoring any paranoia. For the time being. ]
[ He sighs, packing his small bag in the room loaned to them by the Resistance, back turned to 2B. ]
Any word from Command for further intel? I feel like all we've been doing are crummy deliveries.