[ 2B is far from a Scanner model, and she knows next to nothing of what this process entails. Once 9S sets to work, however, she's loath to leave his side. There's a healthy degree of fear within her when it comes to the entirety of the process, of course, but she mostly feels an impending sense of relief at the prospect of not having to be bound by her programming anymore.
When 9S leans into her touch, she finds herself smiling in return. It's gentle and soft, and not without any misgivings, but still rife with affection and understanding. Once she's ascertained that he doesn't need anything to her, she keeps vigil, standing in front of the door with her arms folded across her chest. Though it takes hours, 2B doesn't move an inch except to steal a few covert glances at 9S, watching him.
It takes hours for him to speak again, and she turns, listening to his plan. ]
Should be easy enough. There are corpses scattered everywhere; it's just a matter of finding two that are convincing enough for Command.
[ At what he says next, she nods in understanding. ] Neither have I. But I trust you. You wouldn't suggest a plan if you didn't think it was our best option. [ She'd taken the liberty of organizing their inventories, weapons, and chipsets while she'd waited, and it's because of this that she makes for the door, turning to wait for him to regain himself before opening it. ]
Our best bet might be the Amusement Park. There are still bodies left over from the machine we fought in the opera house; they should be charred and unidentifiable enough for what we need them for. Even if Command knows we dispatched the one called Simone, it's not out of the realm of possibility that we got caught in a trap while seeking further intel.
[ After all, androids die every day. Affixing her visor back over her eyes, 2B leads the way to the Amusement Park, the thick blanket of night keeping the world quiet and cold. ]
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When 9S leans into her touch, she finds herself smiling in return. It's gentle and soft, and not without any misgivings, but still rife with affection and understanding. Once she's ascertained that he doesn't need anything to her, she keeps vigil, standing in front of the door with her arms folded across her chest. Though it takes hours, 2B doesn't move an inch except to steal a few covert glances at 9S, watching him.
It takes hours for him to speak again, and she turns, listening to his plan. ]
Should be easy enough. There are corpses scattered everywhere; it's just a matter of finding two that are convincing enough for Command.
[ At what he says next, she nods in understanding. ] Neither have I. But I trust you. You wouldn't suggest a plan if you didn't think it was our best option. [ She'd taken the liberty of organizing their inventories, weapons, and chipsets while she'd waited, and it's because of this that she makes for the door, turning to wait for him to regain himself before opening it. ]
Our best bet might be the Amusement Park. There are still bodies left over from the machine we fought in the opera house; they should be charred and unidentifiable enough for what we need them for. Even if Command knows we dispatched the one called Simone, it's not out of the realm of possibility that we got caught in a trap while seeking further intel.
[ After all, androids die every day. Affixing her visor back over her eyes, 2B leads the way to the Amusement Park, the thick blanket of night keeping the world quiet and cold. ]