[ Once, it was just the machines they had to worry about. An objective that brought a sense of accomplishment when knowing it was all towards reclaiming the surface for humans. Now? Now, it seems as if it was all for nothing. Now they've discovered they were living a lie, and now? They still have to worry about machines, plus YoRHa androids who still blindly follow.
2B leaves him to his work, leaves him in a silence that is both calming and damning all the same. 9S initially finds no pleasure in prying his own kind open for the sake of harvesting parts. The concept seems so vulgar and wrong at first glance, but in recalling their lies and what this all has done to himself and his beloved 2B? It angers him.
As 9S yanks the mechanical heart of their pursuer, the crack and wet splatter of vitals seems so... Satisfying. As if karma has delivered itself upon them and 9S is merely the messenger. As if this god the humans so eagerly looked to has tasked him with this mission of survival and bringing retribution. As he passes through each android, it's almost like he passionately gets into it and digs deeper each time. Before long, 9S is covered in vitals, red fluid soaking his arms and splattering a picture on his face. With a heavy sigh, he packs everything away, finally standing. There's a silence that takes him while he stares along the line of dead androids. 9S licks his lips as he stares at his hands, just before unceremoniously wiping them along his pants. ]
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2B leaves him to his work, leaves him in a silence that is both calming and damning all the same. 9S initially finds no pleasure in prying his own kind open for the sake of harvesting parts. The concept seems so vulgar and wrong at first glance, but in recalling their lies and what this all has done to himself and his beloved 2B? It angers him.
As 9S yanks the mechanical heart of their pursuer, the crack and wet splatter of vitals seems so... Satisfying. As if karma has delivered itself upon them and 9S is merely the messenger. As if this god the humans so eagerly looked to has tasked him with this mission of survival and bringing retribution. As he passes through each android, it's almost like he passionately gets into it and digs deeper each time. Before long, 9S is covered in vitals, red fluid soaking his arms and splattering a picture on his face. With a heavy sigh, he packs everything away, finally standing. There's a silence that takes him while he stares along the line of dead androids. 9S licks his lips as he stares at his hands, just before unceremoniously wiping them along his pants. ]
We're done here.