[ As if a machine has the right to ask him why. After everything they have taken away from him, deprived him of... This fucking fake is going to play the innocent card after trapping him in literal nothingness?! 9S feels anger boil in his chassis, burn at his nerves and destroy his processors. His visuals are fuzzy, clicking in and out the angrier he gets, but it seems like 2B remains. He hopes so badly the wake up from this, to escape this manner of existence and finally rest. But he's stuck in a continuous nightmare.
2B is in his grasp, but he still can't connect the dots. Not with the virus that's completely taken over and plagued him. Especially not with his old self essentially being held hostage and suffocated in the background. His grip tightens around her neck, his expression growing angrier and more pained as she manages to choke out that name. He jolts again, hissing. ]
I have... NOTHING!
[ 9S throws 2B, working with his newfound strength to force her to the ground so he can work in closing their distance again. He bites back a cry, the inhale of his breath sounding labored and harsh. ]
My life... My existence... Everything that I cared for was ripped away. Time and time again. The one time I feel like I mattered, and it all turns out to be a joke!
YoRHa... The humans...
All a lie! And now you machines just want to keep me around to toy with me!
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[ As if a machine has the right to ask him why. After everything they have taken away from him, deprived him of... This fucking fake is going to play the innocent card after trapping him in literal nothingness?! 9S feels anger boil in his chassis, burn at his nerves and destroy his processors. His visuals are fuzzy, clicking in and out the angrier he gets, but it seems like 2B remains. He hopes so badly the wake up from this, to escape this manner of existence and finally rest. But he's stuck in a continuous nightmare.
2B is in his grasp, but he still can't connect the dots. Not with the virus that's completely taken over and plagued him. Especially not with his old self essentially being held hostage and suffocated in the background. His grip tightens around her neck, his expression growing angrier and more pained as she manages to choke out that name. He jolts again, hissing. ]
I have... NOTHING!
[ 9S throws 2B, working with his newfound strength to force her to the ground so he can work in closing their distance again. He bites back a cry, the inhale of his breath sounding labored and harsh. ]
My life... My existence... Everything that I cared for was ripped away. Time and time again. The one time I feel like I mattered, and it all turns out to be a joke!
YoRHa... The humans...
All a lie! And now you machines just want to keep me around to toy with me!