[ As 2B's stability returns, she keeps a more watchful eye upon 9S, even as she drags the fresh android corpses over to him for his perusal. The implications of their fight weigh heavily upon her, and his words only increase that weight. While the recovery provided by his Pod does wonders for his injuries, it isn't enough; androids don't have the ability to regrow lost limbs, after all. ]
... Huh. Guess they care after all, [ She says flatly, bitterness coloring her features. All things considered, this likely shouldn't surprise her. 9S is a valuable asset to YoRHa, and while 2B is not a Scanner model, he's her charge. If ever she's captured, she's likely to be made an example of and before being decommissioned, likely in a slow, painful manner, befitting the treasonous crime that she committed when she'd decided to defect.
While there's no love lost between herself and the Commander, 2B wonders what must be going on through her mind as she readies her blade against the arm 9S has selected. She thinks of her face as her sword slices neatly through the limb, the crackle of electricity and wet splash of vital fluids following the action. She holds it out to 9S, coming to kneel next to him and taking note of the numerous injuries sustained by his other limbs. ]
If you can't walk, I'll carry you. Do what you need to, but we shouldn't stay here for too long.
[ She resheathes her weapon, slumping to sit next to him. 2B knows he'll ask if he needs her assistance, but for now, she lets an unfamiliar lassitude settle upon her artificial limbs, exhaling deeply. ]
There's a lot of cover in the buildings here. We should be safe while we plan our next move.
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... Huh. Guess they care after all, [ She says flatly, bitterness coloring her features. All things considered, this likely shouldn't surprise her. 9S is a valuable asset to YoRHa, and while 2B is not a Scanner model, he's her charge. If ever she's captured, she's likely to be made an example of and before being decommissioned, likely in a slow, painful manner, befitting the treasonous crime that she committed when she'd decided to defect.
While there's no love lost between herself and the Commander, 2B wonders what must be going on through her mind as she readies her blade against the arm 9S has selected. She thinks of her face as her sword slices neatly through the limb, the crackle of electricity and wet splash of vital fluids following the action. She holds it out to 9S, coming to kneel next to him and taking note of the numerous injuries sustained by his other limbs. ]
If you can't walk, I'll carry you. Do what you need to, but we shouldn't stay here for too long.
[ She resheathes her weapon, slumping to sit next to him. 2B knows he'll ask if he needs her assistance, but for now, she lets an unfamiliar lassitude settle upon her artificial limbs, exhaling deeply. ]
There's a lot of cover in the buildings here. We should be safe while we plan our next move.