[2B wakes up.
She wakes up and doesn't understand how she does.
She was dead, well and truly. Her body's been destroyed enough times for that alone to be familiar, but with the Bunker gone, there was no backup to pull from. When the ground collapsed and her body fell, she saw—nothing. There was nothing after that, nothing until this, waking up on a building in the city ruins.
Waking up and seeing 9S right in front of her.
Paralyzed, 2B almost doens't understand what she sees. Was this some kind of afterlife? How could he be here? But no, he couldn't be dead, she refused to believe it. And besides, even if he really was, she didn't deserve to see him again. Not even in death, not after everything she did to him, all the times she killed him with her own two hands. This couldn't be real, it didn't make sense, and she didn't deserve it. She couldn't.
Before she even realizes it, she sees herself reaching out to him, her hand trembling. She brushes against his cheek, warm and solid, and he's real, he's here, he's—]
Nines... [A sob escapes her lips, but she doesn't even care that she's crying.] You're really here.
She wakes up and doesn't understand how she does.
She was dead, well and truly. Her body's been destroyed enough times for that alone to be familiar, but with the Bunker gone, there was no backup to pull from. When the ground collapsed and her body fell, she saw—nothing. There was nothing after that, nothing until this, waking up on a building in the city ruins.
Waking up and seeing 9S right in front of her.
Paralyzed, 2B almost doens't understand what she sees. Was this some kind of afterlife? How could he be here? But no, he couldn't be dead, she refused to believe it. And besides, even if he really was, she didn't deserve to see him again. Not even in death, not after everything she did to him, all the times she killed him with her own two hands. This couldn't be real, it didn't make sense, and she didn't deserve it. She couldn't.
Before she even realizes it, she sees herself reaching out to him, her hand trembling. She brushes against his cheek, warm and solid, and he's real, he's here, he's—]
Nines... [A sob escapes her lips, but she doesn't even care that she's crying.] You're really here.
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