[ 2B is braced for the worst, though she knows that there won't be any such thing as perfect conditions for defecting. In all senses, this is the best case scenario for her; 9S is here as support, both literally and figuratively. She knows that the success of this operation hinges on him, and that no matter what, he won't be able to disappoint her. Failure isn't on her mind simply because it isn't an option. Not with 9S around.
She notes his surprise but doesn't comment on it, feeling the way his hand subtly twitches in hers as they walk. She keeps her grasp on him tight and certain, leading the way and releasing his hand only to dispatch any machines that happen to hop into their path. Even then, she always returns, shifting her hand back into his and leading him to their destination.
2B can feel the faith he has in her, and it tears her apart. While she knows that this is necessary for the both of them, she can't help but wonder at the fallout that's going to occur once he finds out her true designation. She feels dread, but also a certain sense of anticipation; there will be no more secrets between them and, come what may, 2B takes solace in that fact.
What he says pierces her straight through the chambers of her artificial heart, all at once so sweet and devastating. She looks over her shoulder at him, head hung slightly low. ]
... Yeah.
[ They reach the Amusement Park quickly enough, and it isn't long until they reach the arena where they faced Simone. It feels like an entire lifetime ago, and for 9S, she knows that he likely feels it in the literal sense. When they locate the corpses that fit the bill, 2B wastes no time in positioning hers next to 9S', close enough to make it look like they were caught by the same trap. She doesn't hesitate as she begins to start stripping down, leaving her visor for last as he works on affixing their IDs onto the corpses.
She dresses the corpse as best as she can, dirtying up and tearing her skirt and clothing in places to make it look convincing. She stands back as 9S does whatever it is that he needs to do, completely nude as she watches him, arms folded across her chest. The chill of the night air registers upon her nerve receptors, but she makes no outward show of discomfort even as she begins to stalk through the ruins of the opera house, searching for clothes or some other such substitute. Finding none, she decides to get creative: she pulls down one of the low, dusty curtains hanging upon the stage, tearing it up into android-sized strips. ]
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She notes his surprise but doesn't comment on it, feeling the way his hand subtly twitches in hers as they walk. She keeps her grasp on him tight and certain, leading the way and releasing his hand only to dispatch any machines that happen to hop into their path. Even then, she always returns, shifting her hand back into his and leading him to their destination.
2B can feel the faith he has in her, and it tears her apart. While she knows that this is necessary for the both of them, she can't help but wonder at the fallout that's going to occur once he finds out her true designation. She feels dread, but also a certain sense of anticipation; there will be no more secrets between them and, come what may, 2B takes solace in that fact.
What he says pierces her straight through the chambers of her artificial heart, all at once so sweet and devastating. She looks over her shoulder at him, head hung slightly low. ]
... Yeah.
[ They reach the Amusement Park quickly enough, and it isn't long until they reach the arena where they faced Simone. It feels like an entire lifetime ago, and for 9S, she knows that he likely feels it in the literal sense. When they locate the corpses that fit the bill, 2B wastes no time in positioning hers next to 9S', close enough to make it look like they were caught by the same trap. She doesn't hesitate as she begins to start stripping down, leaving her visor for last as he works on affixing their IDs onto the corpses.
She dresses the corpse as best as she can, dirtying up and tearing her skirt and clothing in places to make it look convincing. She stands back as 9S does whatever it is that he needs to do, completely nude as she watches him, arms folded across her chest. The chill of the night air registers upon her nerve receptors, but she makes no outward show of discomfort even as she begins to stalk through the ruins of the opera house, searching for clothes or some other such substitute. Finding none, she decides to get creative: she pulls down one of the low, dusty curtains hanging upon the stage, tearing it up into android-sized strips. ]