[ When 9S powers down, 2B remains close, left to her own thoughts and the sound of her internals whirring and keeping equilibrium. An almost deathly calm settles over the empty amphitheater, her grip on her blade assured and steady. She swings it a few times, testing its weight in spite of the literal years she's had it by her side, waiting. Waiting for YoRHa operatives to come bursting forth from any direction at any second. Waiting for 9S to reawaken and complete his job. Waiting for some other gigantic machine lifeform to come lumbering in, ruining all of their work up to this point.
Waiting for the worst, or the best. She isn't sure.
2B hears 9S reboot before she sees it, the subtle shift in his voice enough to clue her in to the fact that he's likely seen... everything. She should have expected it, honestly; it would have been foolish to expect that the latest in his line of Scanner types wouldn't leave behind some sort of hidden information cache for himself to retrieve later. She wonders if Command had considered the possibility even as she does as she's bade, unquestioning. She can grill him on everything he's found out later. As she lowers herself to her knees, she powers down, rebooting into safe mode.
While all 2B can see is blackness, 9S should be able to see everything that makes her... well, her. Her memories of him, of 6O, of the rest of the unit that had been shot down in her descent to earth. While the majority of her surface-level functions are labeled with the designation of 2B, everything that requires a higher level of security clearance is marked with the nomination 2E, giving insight to what her true function at 9S' side is.
Every burden she shoulders is laid bare before him, should he choose to seek them out. Memories of sleepless nights, of shedding tears in solitude, of staring up into a slate grey sky, alone. Every memory of meeting him, over and over, burned bright and permanent into the showreel of her consciousness.
2B knows what she risks in allowing him access to this, and honestly, part of her had considered the possibility of him killing her once he learned the truth. She accepts this possibility openly as she grants him access to every feasible part of her, eager to be at his side in whatever way possible. ]
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Waiting for the worst, or the best. She isn't sure.
2B hears 9S reboot before she sees it, the subtle shift in his voice enough to clue her in to the fact that he's likely seen... everything. She should have expected it, honestly; it would have been foolish to expect that the latest in his line of Scanner types wouldn't leave behind some sort of hidden information cache for himself to retrieve later. She wonders if Command had considered the possibility even as she does as she's bade, unquestioning. She can grill him on everything he's found out later. As she lowers herself to her knees, she powers down, rebooting into safe mode.
While all 2B can see is blackness, 9S should be able to see everything that makes her... well, her. Her memories of him, of 6O, of the rest of the unit that had been shot down in her descent to earth. While the majority of her surface-level functions are labeled with the designation of 2B, everything that requires a higher level of security clearance is marked with the nomination 2E, giving insight to what her true function at 9S' side is.
Every burden she shoulders is laid bare before him, should he choose to seek them out. Memories of sleepless nights, of shedding tears in solitude, of staring up into a slate grey sky, alone. Every memory of meeting him, over and over, burned bright and permanent into the showreel of her consciousness.
2B knows what she risks in allowing him access to this, and honestly, part of her had considered the possibility of him killing her once he learned the truth. She accepts this possibility openly as she grants him access to every feasible part of her, eager to be at his side in whatever way possible. ]