[ 9S isn't sure if his systems are just overclocked, or if he hasn't fully loaded. Because focusing is difficult, and he nearly fades in and out, enough to hardly notice 2B dragging his body against a support so he can sit upright. He can, however, feel plenty of pain. Pod 153 is attentive as always, doing much the same as Pod 042 to 2B. She delivers a Medium Recovery, which alleviates a good bout of the discomfort. He grunts, nose wrinkling while the world continues to spin.
It doesn't take much to realize that 2B is absolutely right. They barely made it. His pants are burnt, some of his flesh having been nipped by flames and debris. Not enough to require a replacement like his arm, but enough to be a severe issue if it's not attended to soon. He tries to bend them, realizing that his motor functions are slowly returning to him, and at least he can feel them.
That's a relief. What's better is that they're alive. And 9S hangs on to the fact that fear and dismay haven't quite hit him yet. Mentality-wise? He's... Better. That's likely due to the mission-ready part of him that's still ingrained in his programming.
2B drags the corpses to him, laying them out as if it's some neat presentation of choice. Like they're shopping. It's almost comical, but 9S can't help the way that his eyes glaze over from it. How many times has he lost his limbs by now? Nonetheless, he grunts as he tries to lean forward, eyes narrowing on his choices. On their deceased pursuers. ]
It's... Not a surprise. YoRHa lost their best Scanner and... Executioner model. Command likely created them with us in mind.
[ Expressing her true designation bothers him. It sounds wrong falling from his lips, even if it's a fact. It isn't out of the question to assume they've beefed up their artillery for the sake of detaining or terminating models who carry extremely classified intel and unique abilities. 9S feels a shred of validation and satisfaction to that when he looks upon their marred bodies. 2B had done a number on them, and he can't help the thrill he feels.
Another feeling to hang onto. A token to the pile of qualities about 2B that, honestly, turn him on to no end. A slight pang of discontent tries to ruin that, but he ignores it.
With his good arm, he points to his choice. ]
That one. Looks like there's minimal damage to it. I might be able to salvage the nerve-endings if it's a clean cut.
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It doesn't take much to realize that 2B is absolutely right. They barely made it. His pants are burnt, some of his flesh having been nipped by flames and debris. Not enough to require a replacement like his arm, but enough to be a severe issue if it's not attended to soon. He tries to bend them, realizing that his motor functions are slowly returning to him, and at least he can feel them.
That's a relief. What's better is that they're alive. And 9S hangs on to the fact that fear and dismay haven't quite hit him yet. Mentality-wise? He's... Better. That's likely due to the mission-ready part of him that's still ingrained in his programming.
2B drags the corpses to him, laying them out as if it's some neat presentation of choice. Like they're shopping. It's almost comical, but 9S can't help the way that his eyes glaze over from it. How many times has he lost his limbs by now? Nonetheless, he grunts as he tries to lean forward, eyes narrowing on his choices. On their deceased pursuers. ]
It's... Not a surprise. YoRHa lost their best Scanner and... Executioner model. Command likely created them with us in mind.
[ Expressing her true designation bothers him. It sounds wrong falling from his lips, even if it's a fact. It isn't out of the question to assume they've beefed up their artillery for the sake of detaining or terminating models who carry extremely classified intel and unique abilities. 9S feels a shred of validation and satisfaction to that when he looks upon their marred bodies. 2B had done a number on them, and he can't help the thrill he feels.
Another feeling to hang onto. A token to the pile of qualities about 2B that, honestly, turn him on to no end. A slight pang of discontent tries to ruin that, but he ignores it.
With his good arm, he points to his choice. ]
That one. Looks like there's minimal damage to it. I might be able to salvage the nerve-endings if it's a clean cut.