[ 2B knows nothing about the contingency 9S left for himself, though if she did, she likely wouldn't be surprised. This is the sixth time that she's gone through this cycle, the burden of her memories weighing her down like a ball and chain; knowing that 9S doesn't remember a thing hurts more this time around, and she knows it's because she'd made too many mistakes the last time.
Emotions are prohibited. It's the mantra that she'd told him time and time again. The mantra that she'd used to keep herself afloat, cycle after cycle. Prohibited or not, 2B has them, and they feel like they're lodged in her throat, making it difficult to breathe.
The machine nest lies in the abandoned factory, right at the shoreline. As 2B walks, she does her best not to focus on the way 9S eagerly lops along beside her, enthusiastic as usual. Androids don't need to sleep, it's true, but 2B feels like she's in a waking nightmare. The thought of desertion is treasonous in and of itself, but it strikes her again now that 9S is standing before her for the umpteenth time. YoRHa betrayers are branded as high-priority targets, but 2B is damn good at what she does.
She knows that desertion isn't an option, and makes a mental note to get her morality functions evaluated. As 9S acquiesces to her requests, 2B stares straight ahead, feeling more weary than she ever has. ]
The mission is our priority. [ She responds, noting the marked difference in the way he expresses the same sentiment he has at the beginning of every cycle. 2B blames that on herself and her inability to keep her own treasonous feelings in check. ] We aren't here to have fun.
[ As they descend the crumbling highway towards the factory, 2B's mind continues to race in spite of itself. There's something different about this time around. Something has changed. Though she knows that the altered variable is likely her, she can't help but hold onto some stray, strange thread of hope. She steals a glance at 9S from out of the corner of her eye as they make their way up towards the entrance of the factory, and she vaguely wonders if this time will be different. ]
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Emotions are prohibited. It's the mantra that she'd told him time and time again. The mantra that she'd used to keep herself afloat, cycle after cycle. Prohibited or not, 2B has them, and they feel like they're lodged in her throat, making it difficult to breathe.
The machine nest lies in the abandoned factory, right at the shoreline. As 2B walks, she does her best not to focus on the way 9S eagerly lops along beside her, enthusiastic as usual. Androids don't need to sleep, it's true, but 2B feels like she's in a waking nightmare. The thought of desertion is treasonous in and of itself, but it strikes her again now that 9S is standing before her for the umpteenth time. YoRHa betrayers are branded as high-priority targets, but 2B is damn good at what she does.
She knows that desertion isn't an option, and makes a mental note to get her morality functions evaluated. As 9S acquiesces to her requests, 2B stares straight ahead, feeling more weary than she ever has. ]
The mission is our priority. [ She responds, noting the marked difference in the way he expresses the same sentiment he has at the beginning of every cycle. 2B blames that on herself and her inability to keep her own treasonous feelings in check. ] We aren't here to have fun.
[ As they descend the crumbling highway towards the factory, 2B's mind continues to race in spite of itself. There's something different about this time around. Something has changed. Though she knows that the altered variable is likely her, she can't help but hold onto some stray, strange thread of hope. She steals a glance at 9S from out of the corner of her eye as they make their way up towards the entrance of the factory, and she vaguely wonders if this time will be different. ]