[ Her voice is low as his hand drops away, its warmth leaving her. 2B doesn't pull away, but she feels a certain distance wedge itself between the two of them, leaving her cold and feeling empty. She feels strange, having this conversation with the majority of her body exposed, but she supposes that it doesn't matter. 9S looks lost, and she wants desperately to be able to guide him somewhere, anywhere, but she's just as disjointed as he is and she knows it.
So instead, she drops her gaze somewhere over his shoulder, looking out the window of their shared room, towards the bright, blue sky that almost taunts her with its clarity. A few birds flit by the window, chirping happily. ]
Scanner models are also constantly connected to the Bunker. You may as well not be one anymore. Our designations don't mean anything now that that connection is severed.
[ 2B sighs. It's a weary sound, heavy with exhaustion and thought. ] If there are answers, I don't have them either. But what is it that you want, 9S? From me, specifically? [ She turns her gaze back to his face, looking just as lost as he is. ] What do you want me to do?
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[ Her voice is low as his hand drops away, its warmth leaving her. 2B doesn't pull away, but she feels a certain distance wedge itself between the two of them, leaving her cold and feeling empty. She feels strange, having this conversation with the majority of her body exposed, but she supposes that it doesn't matter. 9S looks lost, and she wants desperately to be able to guide him somewhere, anywhere, but she's just as disjointed as he is and she knows it.
So instead, she drops her gaze somewhere over his shoulder, looking out the window of their shared room, towards the bright, blue sky that almost taunts her with its clarity. A few birds flit by the window, chirping happily. ]
Scanner models are also constantly connected to the Bunker. You may as well not be one anymore. Our designations don't mean anything now that that connection is severed.
[ 2B sighs. It's a weary sound, heavy with exhaustion and thought. ] If there are answers, I don't have them either. But what is it that you want, 9S? From me, specifically? [ She turns her gaze back to his face, looking just as lost as he is. ] What do you want me to do?