[ She keeps... Talking. This is the most convincing copy of 2B he's ever seen, and somehow that makes his gut boil and burn all the more. The machines are trying to destroy him by preying on his memories of her. Of his love and desperation for her. He can't... he can't let them get to him. No. He'll have to put this one out of its misery quick before it destroys him first. A shock of pain flashes through his eyes, and he frowns for a moment. ]
You don't... Remember?
[ Of course it doesn't. How could he have hoped for a copy to recall anything? 9S isnt certain if his own question is a means to taunt the poor thing or if he's clinging to some desperation that she is the real thing. Or an advanced copy that could make him feel something. Eventually, he shakes his head, laughing a bit. ]
Never mind. It's a moot point anyway. I won't get anything out of this, and it'll only serve as proof that I'm falling for this.
I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm even bothering.
[ His head suddenly hangs low, in an immediate shift of expression and mood. 9S chokes on a sob, his hand still cupping her cheek. ]
You're not here. You're not real and you're not here.
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You don't... Remember?
[ Of course it doesn't. How could he have hoped for a copy to recall anything? 9S isnt certain if his own question is a means to taunt the poor thing or if he's clinging to some desperation that she is the real thing. Or an advanced copy that could make him feel something. Eventually, he shakes his head, laughing a bit. ]
Never mind. It's a moot point anyway. I won't get anything out of this, and it'll only serve as proof that I'm falling for this.
I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm even bothering.
[ His head suddenly hangs low, in an immediate shift of expression and mood. 9S chokes on a sob, his hand still cupping her cheek. ]
You're not here. You're not real and you're not here.