An unknown monster lying in the depths of 2B's code emerges one that burns white hot in the pit of her gut. Yet above this boiling slurry of emotions, one feeling, one thought stands out from the rest. She wants to scream and cry until her throat is raw and bloodied.

She wants to lie in the piles of rubble and die. Her heart does.Īll at once, the emotions she had kept buried within come crashing down on her. The terabytes worth of combat data coursing through her systems don't budge at the sight. She had been too slow to reach him, too inattentive to realize that their target had been prioritizing him. She can't move, even as he reaches towards her pathetically a crippling feeling of helplessness washes over her as 9S fight against his own lungs. The wet thud echoes in 2B's head as his fearful eyes made unwavering contact with hers. The deserter tears the lance from his chest followed by a spray of blood and the sick sound of ripping flesh, and 9S collapses onto the ground. One hand lay limp by his side, while the other feebly grasps in 2B's direction. Blood bubbles up from his throat to run down his pale lips, punctuated by desperate gasps for air. The only sound that escapes him is a weak, muffled gurgle. It's the furthest thing from her mind as she watches the deserter run him through the chest with a lance. She says it when she scolds 9S for opening up to her. Something she says so often others poke fun at her for it.

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