[ He doesn't understand. What did he do? What had he done wrong to deserve this? 9S feels his eyes well up with tears, though it's difficult to keep track when so much of him is pouring out. The pain is unbearable, laboring and long, and there's too much going on for him to register that she's cradling him in her arms upon the ground.
No... No he isn't a fool.
This dials back to what he had discovered. The files he'd pulled up indicating that a massacre of man left the moon completely barren. That humans had died off a long time ago. In 9S' silence, he realizes that when he'd questioned the validity or possibility of this, not even confirming it yet, 2B's demeanor had shifted.
She...
She was programmed for this.
Even with his vitals quickly fading, his Scanning capabilities are top of the line. The best. And so in that realization, his gaze shifts to her. If... If this is what was meant to happen, why is she crying?
9S wants to be angry. Scared. To allow himself to feel betrayed, but he realizes that as his consciousness fades, he can't do anything about it. Being angry, being scared will do nothing about the hole cut through him. Wet, crackling sounds fester in the back of his throat, fluids pouring from his lips when 2B cradles him close.
He can't...
He can't be mad. But...
With a trembling hand, he reaches for 2B, as if to question her. As if to search for something. A wet, bloody palm manages to reach her cheek, but it doesn't stay there long. His systems beep continuously, cry for maintenance or help but there's nothing that can be done.
Yet 2B cries.
He gets it. He understands. Even if it hurts.
But his arm loses strength, smearing blood along her cheek before it falls to his side. 9S' head rolls back, the pupils of his naturally soulless eyes losing the light that kept them going. The sound of his entire system shutting off whispers as those pupils expand and fade. 9S takes his last breath, which is drowned by the overflow of red fluid that pours out.
no subject
No... No he isn't a fool.
This dials back to what he had discovered. The files he'd pulled up indicating that a massacre of man left the moon completely barren. That humans had died off a long time ago. In 9S' silence, he realizes that when he'd questioned the validity or possibility of this, not even confirming it yet, 2B's demeanor had shifted.
She...
She was programmed for this.
Even with his vitals quickly fading, his Scanning capabilities are top of the line. The best. And so in that realization, his gaze shifts to her. If... If this is what was meant to happen, why is she crying?
9S wants to be angry. Scared. To allow himself to feel betrayed, but he realizes that as his consciousness fades, he can't do anything about it. Being angry, being scared will do nothing about the hole cut through him. Wet, crackling sounds fester in the back of his throat, fluids pouring from his lips when 2B cradles him close.
He can't...
He can't be mad. But...
With a trembling hand, he reaches for 2B, as if to question her. As if to search for something. A wet, bloody palm manages to reach her cheek, but it doesn't stay there long. His systems beep continuously, cry for maintenance or help but there's nothing that can be done.
Yet 2B cries.
He gets it. He understands. Even if it hurts.
But his arm loses strength, smearing blood along her cheek before it falls to his side. 9S' head rolls back, the pupils of his naturally soulless eyes losing the light that kept them going. The sound of his entire system shutting off whispers as those pupils expand and fade. 9S takes his last breath, which is drowned by the overflow of red fluid that pours out.
And he's gone. ]