[ When 9S reaches for her, an eerie calm begins to settle over 2B, her systems quieting as she feels his hand warm against her cheek for the last time. She turns her head and breathes deep; his vitals stain her face as she places a kiss against his palm, eyelids fluttering shut. Such a sweet, intimate gesture. The final thing she can do for him as he begins to fade.
She sits in silence after a while, holding him close. Brushing the hair from his eyes. Removing his visor and shutting his eyelids. She holds his hands, cradles his face, traces a fine line from his forehead to the tip of his nose. She traces the shape of his mouth, memorizing the softness of those lips that she's kissed countless times by this point. After what feels like an eternity, she stands, grabbing her blade by the hilt and pulling it from him, swinging it clean of the carnage she'd wrought.
Waking her Pod, she leaves the cavern and makes a call to Command. ]
Black box confirmed offline for Unit 9S. [ 2B's voice is even, all business. Something inside of her feels dead. ] Ready for recommissioning.
[ After attaining confirmation from the Commander, 2B cuts the feed. When she heads back to the Bunker, she remains unaffected. She gives her report to the Commander, leaving out everything about her shared intimacy with 9S. 2B figures that the Commander suspects something when she lets her gaze linger for a bit too long, but at this point, she doesn't care.
It will be a fortnight before 9S returns to her. When he does, he descends in a flight unit, just as he always has. 2B doesn't meet his gaze. Just as she always has. ]
There's a machine nest to the east of here, [ She begins, her tone flat to the point of being soulless. ] You're my support.
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She sits in silence after a while, holding him close. Brushing the hair from his eyes. Removing his visor and shutting his eyelids. She holds his hands, cradles his face, traces a fine line from his forehead to the tip of his nose. She traces the shape of his mouth, memorizing the softness of those lips that she's kissed countless times by this point. After what feels like an eternity, she stands, grabbing her blade by the hilt and pulling it from him, swinging it clean of the carnage she'd wrought.
Waking her Pod, she leaves the cavern and makes a call to Command. ]
Black box confirmed offline for Unit 9S. [ 2B's voice is even, all business. Something inside of her feels dead. ] Ready for recommissioning.
[ After attaining confirmation from the Commander, 2B cuts the feed. When she heads back to the Bunker, she remains unaffected. She gives her report to the Commander, leaving out everything about her shared intimacy with 9S. 2B figures that the Commander suspects something when she lets her gaze linger for a bit too long, but at this point, she doesn't care.
It will be a fortnight before 9S returns to her. When he does, he descends in a flight unit, just as he always has. 2B doesn't meet his gaze. Just as she always has. ]
There's a machine nest to the east of here, [ She begins, her tone flat to the point of being soulless. ] You're my support.