There's nothing wrong with you, and if you're broken, it's not because you did it to yourself.
[ 2B speaks with conviction, knowing her words likely aren't doing anything to quell his fears and doubts. She doesn't pull away, continuing to hold him close as he weeps, opening her eyes to watch him. She can't begin to imagine how he must be feeling, having finally seen everything that's happened to him up to this point; it's all she can do to just. Be there for him. To hold him and support him in any way possible.
When he touches her face, she leans into it, pressing a kiss to his palm. 2B puzzles over his face, wet with tears and rife with sorrow, and she knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that she did this to him. Her mind tries and fails to find a better, more elegant solution to all of this, and while she knows she can't think that way since this is the path she'd set and chosen for them, she can't help it.
Maybe if she'd acted quicker, she'd have saved him this pain. Maybe if she'd been shot down over the ocean with the rest of her squadron, it would have been better.
But then again, 9S would have likely been reassigned to another Executioner-type. 2B feels a surge of protective possessiveness at the thought in spite of herself, her thumb gently stroking over his cheekbone. She's more his than anything else, but some small part of her wants to claim him for her own, too. ]
If anyone broke you, it was YoRHa. It was... me. [ She says, and her voice grows thick. 2B's gaze doesn't waver even as she says it. ] If you decide none of this is worth it, I'll take the blame. Tell them you were under duress. You're more valuable as a Scanner model, anyhow, so they'll be inclined to believe you.
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[ 2B speaks with conviction, knowing her words likely aren't doing anything to quell his fears and doubts. She doesn't pull away, continuing to hold him close as he weeps, opening her eyes to watch him. She can't begin to imagine how he must be feeling, having finally seen everything that's happened to him up to this point; it's all she can do to just. Be there for him. To hold him and support him in any way possible.
When he touches her face, she leans into it, pressing a kiss to his palm. 2B puzzles over his face, wet with tears and rife with sorrow, and she knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that she did this to him. Her mind tries and fails to find a better, more elegant solution to all of this, and while she knows she can't think that way since this is the path she'd set and chosen for them, she can't help it.
Maybe if she'd acted quicker, she'd have saved him this pain. Maybe if she'd been shot down over the ocean with the rest of her squadron, it would have been better.
But then again, 9S would have likely been reassigned to another Executioner-type. 2B feels a surge of protective possessiveness at the thought in spite of herself, her thumb gently stroking over his cheekbone. She's more his than anything else, but some small part of her wants to claim him for her own, too. ]
If anyone broke you, it was YoRHa. It was... me. [ She says, and her voice grows thick. 2B's gaze doesn't waver even as she says it. ] If you decide none of this is worth it, I'll take the blame. Tell them you were under duress. You're more valuable as a Scanner model, anyhow, so they'll be inclined to believe you.