[ The copies never spoke to him. Why is this one speaking to him? Have the machines truly gone this far to drag along his suffering? 9S finds himself going over analysis over analysis, desperately clinging to anything but the reality of his 2B coming back to him. 9S glances down at his arm, squeezing the fist that once belonged to a 2B copy he'd mercilessly torn it from. It still bleeds from its connection, still smelling of burnt silicon from where he'd saudered it. He still feels it throb by the cut, though he'd held off the virus it delivered long ago.
But the pain seems worse when he faces her. 9S consistently denies that his 2B is back, fearful that the machines still fight to destroy his mentality and dignity. Dangling the one thing he loved before his eyes. She is dead. Gone.
2B touches him, and he jolts. It's another trick. It's another ploy for the machines to destroy him and he WILL NOT HAVE IT. He feels his blood pool, his pulse-rate spike when her warmth feels so real. She'll be able to feel the distinct sharpness of his breath, despite the way he keeps his expression calm and collected. Innocent as he leans into her touch, finally taking a step forward when he realizes he'll need to go the same justice to this copy as he had the others. There's no way this existence for this copy is fair. Not to it and not to him. ]
You will.
[ Will. As if he's speaking to a ghost. And he is. 9S' hand delicately slides up 2B's arm, where his hand cups over hers. The other begins to reach for her face. ]
We'll be together again soon. I promise.
[ It seems he's mistaken. Or taking on a point of his own. 9S acts as if this copy can somehow deliver his message to his beloved when in actuality? There is nothing. Wishful thinking. 9S cups her cheek and drags his thumb along her cheek, then her bottom lip. ]
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But the pain seems worse when he faces her. 9S consistently denies that his 2B is back, fearful that the machines still fight to destroy his mentality and dignity. Dangling the one thing he loved before his eyes. She is dead. Gone.
2B touches him, and he jolts. It's another trick. It's another ploy for the machines to destroy him and he WILL NOT HAVE IT. He feels his blood pool, his pulse-rate spike when her warmth feels so real. She'll be able to feel the distinct sharpness of his breath, despite the way he keeps his expression calm and collected. Innocent as he leans into her touch, finally taking a step forward when he realizes he'll need to go the same justice to this copy as he had the others. There's no way this existence for this copy is fair. Not to it and not to him. ]
You will.
[ Will. As if he's speaking to a ghost. And he is. 9S' hand delicately slides up 2B's arm, where his hand cups over hers. The other begins to reach for her face. ]
We'll be together again soon. I promise.
[ It seems he's mistaken. Or taking on a point of his own. 9S acts as if this copy can somehow deliver his message to his beloved when in actuality? There is nothing. Wishful thinking. 9S cups her cheek and drags his thumb along her cheek, then her bottom lip. ]