For all intents and purposes, he should have been dead by now. Project YoRHa had fulfilled its main purposes, but the plan had taken a complete left-turn in the wake of the restarting of himself and supposedly 2B. That's what Pod 153 and Pod 042 had advised him, yet she still laid there. Unresponsive.
YoRHa is gone. 2B is still, technically, gone. He'd crossed paths with enough lifeless 2B corpses to find little to no joy in their reuniting. She is useless, soulless, and it's almost as if her existence is set to merely taunt him while he lay trapped on the surface. Alone and hopeless.
But his consciousness remained, and so did his reason to keep walking. While the Pods had done all they could to reactivate 2B with little success, they could at least update 9S' map for potential parts or weak signals that might contribute to her successful reboot. But it seemed he would continuously walk for a corpse that would eventually deteriorate and fade away. Much like she had before.
He's tired.
9S knows, objectively, that uploading any data he collects may be for nothing. But any code or observations he'd had gathered along the way might prove useful in the bleak, yet hopeful situation of his beloved partner. The sudden whir above him is sudden enough to catch him off-guard, but not strong enough to cause him to run.
He had thought his existence was entirely empty, save for the Pods, but as his visor gathers the data and analysis of the Android unit that appears before him, he's made to be completely wrong.
Immediately, his teeth grit.
A2.
Murderer. Betrayer. They are both vastly different, but completely the same. 9S is rid of the virus that had once made him far more hostile and overpowered; it would be unwise to attack her. But that doesn't stop him from very quickly taking hold of his blade just in case.
Her silence is maddening, but it doesn't last long enough to have him barking first. "I need a favor," requested both bitterly and out of desperation he can easily detect. His eyes lower, visor zoning in on the malfunctioning limb.
9S threateningly swings his sword at his side, as if to warm up. ]
That's a lot of nerve. Ever consider who you're asking?
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For all intents and purposes, he should have been dead by now. Project YoRHa had fulfilled its main purposes, but the plan had taken a complete left-turn in the wake of the restarting of himself and supposedly 2B. That's what Pod 153 and Pod 042 had advised him, yet she still laid there. Unresponsive.
YoRHa is gone. 2B is still, technically, gone. He'd crossed paths with enough lifeless 2B corpses to find little to no joy in their reuniting. She is useless, soulless, and it's almost as if her existence is set to merely taunt him while he lay trapped on the surface. Alone and hopeless.
But his consciousness remained, and so did his reason to keep walking. While the Pods had done all they could to reactivate 2B with little success, they could at least update 9S' map for potential parts or weak signals that might contribute to her successful reboot. But it seemed he would continuously walk for a corpse that would eventually deteriorate and fade away. Much like she had before.
He's tired.
9S knows, objectively, that uploading any data he collects may be for nothing. But any code or observations he'd had gathered along the way might prove useful in the bleak, yet hopeful situation of his beloved partner. The sudden whir above him is sudden enough to catch him off-guard, but not strong enough to cause him to run.
He had thought his existence was entirely empty, save for the Pods, but as his visor gathers the data and analysis of the Android unit that appears before him, he's made to be completely wrong.
Immediately, his teeth grit.
A2.
Murderer. Betrayer. They are both vastly different, but completely the same. 9S is rid of the virus that had once made him far more hostile and overpowered; it would be unwise to attack her. But that doesn't stop him from very quickly taking hold of his blade just in case.
Her silence is maddening, but it doesn't last long enough to have him barking first. "I need a favor," requested both bitterly and out of desperation he can easily detect. His eyes lower, visor zoning in on the malfunctioning limb.
9S threateningly swings his sword at his side, as if to warm up. ]
That's a lot of nerve. Ever consider who you're asking?