[ It takes him some time to acclimate to the pain, to force himself to process and register the replacement limb. He hardly even hears 2B react to it, and 9S spends some time sucking in shaken breaths. It slowly ebbs away, the nerve-receptors cooling in place. For a while, the arm settles slumped at his side, the vitals that seep through it slowly coming to a halt.
In his silence, he catches his breath. 9S looks to his arm and slowly raises it, testing to ensure that it's installed properly. It's sore, which is a good sign, but it feels foreign all the same. 9S partly worries if its incompatibility will effect him in the future, but honestly? That's future 9S' problem. He can't focus on that. When he's able to confirm that he can feel it and that it moves, he drops it to his side, nodding at 2B. ]
F-Fine. I'm fine.
[ It's true that it would be tragic, were 9S to be twisted into something broken and dark. The progress that has followed their escape from YoRHa has been slow-going, painful and terrifying. And as such, it's created a sort of complex for 9S. If this is what's necessary, it's what's necessary. If the fear that drives them forward ruins his mind? It's what's necessary.
He's still in that mission-ready mode, likely incapable of breaking off from it until they're far away. And so, he works to get himself to his feet, not looking at 2B when the next suggestion falls from his lips. ]
Their parts.
[ His voice is labored, still pained and cracked. 9S grunts as he stands, knees shaking together while his motor functions still slowly return to him. He gestures his replacement-arm towards the scattered androids. ]
These are upgraded YoRHa Units. I can use that to our advantage. I have no doubt your internals took a hit like mine.
We'll scan their Black Box signals first.
[ Is 9S suggesting that they harvest the insides of their victims? Yes, yes he is. ]
no subject
In his silence, he catches his breath. 9S looks to his arm and slowly raises it, testing to ensure that it's installed properly. It's sore, which is a good sign, but it feels foreign all the same. 9S partly worries if its incompatibility will effect him in the future, but honestly? That's future 9S' problem. He can't focus on that. When he's able to confirm that he can feel it and that it moves, he drops it to his side, nodding at 2B. ]
F-Fine. I'm fine.
[ It's true that it would be tragic, were 9S to be twisted into something broken and dark. The progress that has followed their escape from YoRHa has been slow-going, painful and terrifying. And as such, it's created a sort of complex for 9S. If this is what's necessary, it's what's necessary. If the fear that drives them forward ruins his mind? It's what's necessary.
He's still in that mission-ready mode, likely incapable of breaking off from it until they're far away. And so, he works to get himself to his feet, not looking at 2B when the next suggestion falls from his lips. ]
Their parts.
[ His voice is labored, still pained and cracked. 9S grunts as he stands, knees shaking together while his motor functions still slowly return to him. He gestures his replacement-arm towards the scattered androids. ]
These are upgraded YoRHa Units. I can use that to our advantage. I have no doubt your internals took a hit like mine.
We'll scan their Black Box signals first.
[ Is 9S suggesting that they harvest the insides of their victims? Yes, yes he is. ]