Contratvertueux - Execute.

Weiss is a long-range type and you can’t convince me otherwise, hE’D DESTROY PEOPLE

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Home. 

Was this what was home felt like? 

He had never really understood such a notion.  The idea of having a home at all.  But it made sense… 2B was home. 

Yes, this made sense. 

After everything he had done, he had to accept that he was selfish. He wanted 2B, and to finally be fucking happy. Hands grip tightly on her form, how could he ever tell her what he had done now? The people he had hurt, those that had thrown down their lives… the people he had killed. 

And yet, she embraced him. And she called him Nines. 

Nines. 

After all of this, she felt that close to him still? She was allowing him to feel alive again? To feel happy again? 

“Yeah… you’re home 2B.” Pulling back slightly now, the android manages a proper smile at the taller woman. Even after everything A2 told him, everything he had heard she done to him… was there even a part of him that could say he felt anger over it all? Pain? 

No. None of that mattered now, she was here and that was all that mattered. They wouldn’t have to kill one another, or fight other androids or even have to pretend they felt anything. 

They could… live. 

Staring back at her now, he manages another small smile. 

“I won’t question how you are here… but… thank you… and i’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I did.”

For all that the Commander decreed that emotions were prohibited, 2B was the largest violator of all in terms of that rule. No matter how much she tried, she would suffer each and every time that she swung her sword down. ....And yet she continued to repeat that sin over and over again, the crime of ending 9S’s life in a seemingly endless cycle. For that was the promise that she had made him, to never hesitate to kill him so that they would see each other again. To never apologize.....

“....No, I’m the one who’s sorry, Nines.”

And just like that, she’s broken the promise to a degree, by apologizing to him despite herself in a voice softer than normal, and very much quivering with emotion.

Strange, was this truly permitted? Even though Command would no longer hold power over the two of them now that it had disappeared with the Bunker, was someone like her with hands stained red allowed to continue holding him in her arms like this? Inhaling softly, 2B selfishly held the Scanner that much more tightly against her taller frame.

The future is something you take for yourself.

It doesn’t matter how painful her hands feel, how dirtied and stripped of skin they are from digging up that precious crystal that contained 9S’s data. It didn’t matter how sore her arms were from carrying on that task, that she’d even shut down from how relentless and desperate she had been in her endeavor. Every second of it had been worth the end result, for the person she clutched at.

You are here.

Inhaling slowly, 2B released a sound akin to a sigh as she pressed her cheek against the side of his head.

Hey you eVER JUST THINK ABOUT THE FACT 2B HATED HER TASK BUT SHE KEPT IT UP BECAUSE OF HER PROMISE TO 9S BECAUSE HE SAID HE WANTED TO SEE HER NO MATTER WHAT, NO MATTER THE COST?

NO?

YOU’RE WELCOME S O BS

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“Understand, or end the conversation.”

There was more emotion in his tone, far more than he should have held, and every syllable sounded angry–upset. Black wasn’t a man who hid. His feelings were far more in the open than No. 4′s were, and that wouldn’t change. Once they spoke here, his would still be the main topic of conversation.

Black stared up at the Gunner as immense pride swirled in his chest, combating the melancholy and sadness that had made his entire being their home. No. 4 would always be the one to see, the Instructor knew that nothing escaped him.

Even now, what No. 4 saw before him couldn’t remain unchecked. He couldn’t allow the android who was meant to teach them be in this out of sorts state forever. 

It was because he knew that, how bad this must have been for the ex-Attacker to actually speak with him about it, that Black refused to allow the subject of No. 4′s feelings be left alone. For them to fester, to swim in his chest without ever knowing the light of day.

However selfish that may sound, he didn’t want that for his student. For someone he saw as family.

“You came to talk about how I am. To do that, I need you to be honest with me, No. 4.”

Their positions blatantly gave the Gunner power. He was taller like this, the longer Black remained sitting No. 4 would have a latent sense of control. At least that was the theory from books. Black’s body stalled. It felt like a motion was skipped, a moment in his memory lost. Books would always have him think of her, it just happened to be that the conversation they had that lead to their confessions had been instigated by her. For her. She had made a comment on him looking up old texts to justify what she was going through.

While he had these memories he still found himself looking for older books, just for that.

“We have things we’ve left unspoken.”

At that, the Gunner’s jaw locks a little more. Of all things, the Instructor’s angry with him, and for what reason? To address his own feelings, which were hardly relevant at this point in time? This situation wasn’t about him, and seldom were there any circumstances that involved addressing him or what he thought and felt. He bites back the urge to click his tongue again, out of respect for the man seated in front of him.

I’m not the one with regrets here, you are.

He bites the words down, it isn’t fair to throw such harsh words at Black when he’s already so blatantly raw.

“Understand and be honest about what, Instructor. This isn’t about me, it’s about you being so out of it that you didn’t notice that lessons ended.”

No. 4′s voice was flat as ever, and as per usual he remained curt. Someone had to maintain a sense of normalcy here, and if Black wasn’t up to the task: It fell to him as one of the eldest in the M Unit. If No. 3 had noticed the Instructor’s state, he can’t imagine how unfocused and uneasy that he would have become, had he not taken charge of drills today. 

If No. 20 were here, she would have smacked him and chastised him for being caught off-guard--

--Damn it, he shouldn’t have thought about her. It caused a momentary delay in his thought process to let his mind wander and center itself in her memory. At that, he inhaled and once again refrained from clenching his hands into fists. Shoulders squared, the male unit turned his gaze back onto his mentor without much of a second thought. He won’t fold his arms, that would imply he was guarded, that he had something to hide.

There’s nothing I have to discuss because there was never any room for me to begin with.

“What we’re discussing concerns you and you alone, not me.”

“--I endure that god awful ‘staff meeting’ and this is where I end up. Some reward this is.”