Traitevertueux:

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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.

Have I ever said I love Black

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Why did I pick up someone worse than No. 6

Jet Pack Blues // Fall Out Boy

And the only solution was to stand and fight.     And my body was bruised and I was set alight.

You ever think about how different things might have been if No. 4 had lead the coup instead of No. 21, because I think about it a lot