[ 9S' own stability is slow going, though he can feel it coming back bit by bit. His visuals become clearer, their surroundings easier to take in. What's before them is a graveyard of androids that he knows 2B took out mostly on her own. His help had caused the wreckage of multiple flight units that now shields them for the time being. He thinks to himself that this is an opportunity, morbid as it is.
He grunts as he shifts uncomfortably against the wall, eyes falling upon 2B swiftly hacking off the android's arm. Their own kind. Androids they once sided with. The fact that 9S doesn't flinch when it happens speaks volumes of how a week has changed him. He realizes, then and there, that he can't bring himself to care about it.
They attacked them. It was necessary.
As 2B comes over with his replacement, he reaches for it. He exhales a labored breath, body still wracked in pain. ]
Should... Be fine. My processors are sluggish, likely from whatever fail-safe they had installed. I'll run a scan when we're far off.
[ Because they can't stay here long. 9S stares at the hacked end of the arm, turning it this way and that. 2B definitely got a clean cut, and it's clear that he'll, thankfully, have feeling in this arm. All he'll have to do is sauder the edges. It'll be painful, but...
He doesn't say anything to 2B's analysis, not yet. 9S has to get this done quickly so they can move forward. With a sharp inhale, he holds his breath as he roughly forces the arm into place. He's instantly greeted with a burning sensation that spreads from his elbow to the rest of him. His head throws back without intending to, a sharp cry of pain as the wires burn together, vital fluids spurting from the seam and burning his skin. ]
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He grunts as he shifts uncomfortably against the wall, eyes falling upon 2B swiftly hacking off the android's arm. Their own kind. Androids they once sided with. The fact that 9S doesn't flinch when it happens speaks volumes of how a week has changed him. He realizes, then and there, that he can't bring himself to care about it.
They attacked them. It was necessary.
As 2B comes over with his replacement, he reaches for it. He exhales a labored breath, body still wracked in pain. ]
Should... Be fine. My processors are sluggish, likely from whatever fail-safe they had installed. I'll run a scan when we're far off.
[ Because they can't stay here long. 9S stares at the hacked end of the arm, turning it this way and that. 2B definitely got a clean cut, and it's clear that he'll, thankfully, have feeling in this arm. All he'll have to do is sauder the edges. It'll be painful, but...
He doesn't say anything to 2B's analysis, not yet. 9S has to get this done quickly so they can move forward. With a sharp inhale, he holds his breath as he roughly forces the arm into place. He's instantly greeted with a burning sensation that spreads from his elbow to the rest of him. His head throws back without intending to, a sharp cry of pain as the wires burn together, vital fluids spurting from the seam and burning his skin. ]