[ In the end, it always comes back to her prime directive.
The weeks have practically flown by, leaving 2B time to grow comfortable in the arrangement she has with 9S. Physical affection has never, ever been her strong suit, but she finds that it comes more and more naturally every time they decide to engage each other on that strange, intimate level that humans seemed to by all counts revere and revile. She knew going into this that she was being careless, that she was making a mistake.
But 9S had been worth it, worth all of her selfishness. Worth all of the pain, and the sorrow, and the goddamn beauty of it. 2B had somehow convinced herself that this time might be different, that this time, she wouldn't have to end it... But even then, she knew that that was a convenient lie.
When the order comes from Command, cool and smooth like it usually is, 2B is caught off-guard. The deep, pervading darkness that has for so long rolled and boiled in her gut finally prevailed over the tiny pinpricks of hope that she'd clung to, wiping them out entirely and leaving her with that cold, leaden feeling that always extends to her fingertips every time she hears the Commander's voice. Every communication between herself and the Bunker feels like a potential death sentence, but as of late, she's always been spared the terrible, heartrending command...
Until today, of course.
She didn't have the heart to approach 9S from behind. She couldn't do that to him. Instead, she took him to their spot, deep underground, in that field of Lunar Tears. It was there that she held him close, tender as ever. Eerily cold.
For the first (and last) time, 2B told him she loved him. Her processors only hitched for a split second, her internal systems maintaining equilibrium.
9S had picked up on that quick, pulling away from her. Looking up at her face. He'd called her name in questioning, but in the end, she was still an Executioner model. Her blade pierced his chest quickly, missing its fatal, intended mark only because her hands were shaking. 2B swears she hears a woman sobbing, and she wonders where the sound is coming from. It takes her several seconds to recognize that she herself is the one gasping for air, tears streaming down her face from behind her visor. ]
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[ In the end, it always comes back to her prime directive.
The weeks have practically flown by, leaving 2B time to grow comfortable in the arrangement she has with 9S. Physical affection has never, ever been her strong suit, but she finds that it comes more and more naturally every time they decide to engage each other on that strange, intimate level that humans seemed to by all counts revere and revile. She knew going into this that she was being careless, that she was making a mistake.
But 9S had been worth it, worth all of her selfishness. Worth all of the pain, and the sorrow, and the goddamn beauty of it. 2B had somehow convinced herself that this time might be different, that this time, she wouldn't have to end it... But even then, she knew that that was a convenient lie.
When the order comes from Command, cool and smooth like it usually is, 2B is caught off-guard. The deep, pervading darkness that has for so long rolled and boiled in her gut finally prevailed over the tiny pinpricks of hope that she'd clung to, wiping them out entirely and leaving her with that cold, leaden feeling that always extends to her fingertips every time she hears the Commander's voice. Every communication between herself and the Bunker feels like a potential death sentence, but as of late, she's always been spared the terrible, heartrending command...
Until today, of course.
She didn't have the heart to approach 9S from behind. She couldn't do that to him. Instead, she took him to their spot, deep underground, in that field of Lunar Tears. It was there that she held him close, tender as ever. Eerily cold.
For the first (and last) time, 2B told him she loved him. Her processors only hitched for a split second, her internal systems maintaining equilibrium.
9S had picked up on that quick, pulling away from her. Looking up at her face. He'd called her name in questioning, but in the end, she was still an Executioner model. Her blade pierced his chest quickly, missing its fatal, intended mark only because her hands were shaking. 2B swears she hears a woman sobbing, and she wonders where the sound is coming from. It takes her several seconds to recognize that she herself is the one gasping for air, tears streaming down her face from behind her visor. ]