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2B or not 2B?

“…?”

That had her cocking a brow from beneath her visor, trying to make sense of the wording in this e-mail without a sender. There didn’t appear to be a virus accompanying it, and neither did it appear to be a product of the machines. Falling quiet for a few beats, arms folded across her chest, before the combat unit’s lips part to utter in a clear, and concise manner, a simple order.

“Pod, analyze this wording. What does it mean?”

It....was a pun, wasn’t it? But what exactly was it a reference to? As the Pod beside her hums, it finally pipes up in its robotic voice, hovering beside her.

“Analysis: This wording is a reference to the works of a man from ancient times known as Shakespeare. Proposal, this is a play on words in reference to a quote stating such: “To be, or not to be? That is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?”

Another bout of silence. It makes her recall her own thoughts when all of this had first started, when she had been tracking down that Goliath in the factory. ...No, that wasn’t accurate. The day that her life had truly begun to change had started long before that. Her colorless days had begun to show a hue when.....

Scanner models make use of our abilities in order to gather information on certain areas, as well as obtain data on our enemies, the machine lifeforms.Sometimes we make use of our hacking abilities, too, but combat's never really been our forte.

It had begun when she met 9S.

“...I don’t know. I suppose it really is the question, isn’t it?”

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system. booting. 

operating systems. online. 

booting auditory input. 

booting visual input. 

mental faculties….online. 

restoring memory banks. 

…15%

….56%

….79%

….100%.

YoRHa Unit, Type Scanner 9, online. 

It all came running back. Everything that had happened. 

Adam and Eve. 

The Commander.

All of YoRHa.

A2. 

All of it. All of those memories… along with what he had done. 

But yet, even after he had found a blade through his gut, he was now resting here. Lying down, with an arm that… that wasn’t one of those replicate 2Bs had ha…. 

Oh god. That was her, wasn’t it?! But…what if it was another fake!? That could have just been another one of the fakes he had fought in the Tower. Just another …just another for him to kill. 

“This…” For once, even Nines can’t find the words. For some reason, this feels different now. For certain, A2′s blade had pierced his body and had killed him. And yet now, here he was. Alive. Functioning as normal…. and she was lying there with him. 

“…2B…” No wait, that was wrong. This wasn’t 2B. He knew her actual designation, because he was useful… but not when he knew too much. “…2E…” Execution, this was his executor lying here. After all he had done, after all he had learned, maybe it would be nice. 

To just stop existing. To not have to think anymore. For his mind to just disappear and degrade until nothing existed of him anymore. 

Her killing him… maybe it wouldn’t hurt. 

“...? ....!”

That familiar tenor. She knows it far too well, she’s heard that voice call her name so many times. After the restoration had been successful, 2B had of course finally let herself rest. Considering how the Pods had informed her that her body had forced itself into an emergency shut down as a result of how hellbent she had been in retrieving the Scanner’s data from what remained of the tower--This was’t surprising.

The instant that 9S had reactivated for that short period of time had taken both an emotional and physical toll on her, but it appeared that he was now fully operational.

“9S...!”

Sitting up quickly, eyes glued to his form as a relieved smile appears upon her lips--It is the next name that leaves his mouth, that has that same gentle curve on her lips disappearing. 2E. Of course he’d found out eventually, that was inevitable no matter how many times they repeated that cycle, no matter how many times his blood stained her hands.

It felt like her chest was aching. 

Having been reaching out to touch him, the Battle unit froze like a statue, before her hand began to lower itself back to her side.

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“….” This silence was… agonizing. When they had last been together, their conversations hadn’t exactly been frequent, but at the very least they hadn’t been covered in this painful silence. Even as all of these memories had finally come back, it didn’t make him feel any better. 

What the fuck had he been doing up until now?! 

Now he refused to look at her, eyes travelling to the floor. He hadn’t even considered the fact that he had called her 2E instead of the name that for so long had become one of his favorites. She had just been someone who cared, even if it was in her own way… she cared. 

Taking a step back, the android could only stand for a moment, words not being processed. 

We do not have emotions… then why the fuck could he not say anything!? 

“2B… it’s been a while.” Taking a “breath”, the Supporter takes a few steps towards her now, eyes remaining on her form. “A lot happened, while you were gone.. but..” He couldn’t, he couldn’t do this anymore. 

The steps turned to a walk, then faster, then a run. 

His arms wrapped around her. 

“… I never thought I would see you again.”

“.....”

It had only been a matter of time before he would have discovered the truth, it had always been like that. The song remained the same, except this time--There was no need to bring her blade down upon the other. Now that everything was over, there was no need to do such a thing. There was nothing left to fight for.

....Ah....Does he hate me, maybe? That would make the most sense.

Time and time again she had stained her hands with his blood, acted as his executioner for the sake of YoRHa, and watched him forget her over and over and over. If 9S loathed her, she couldn’t bring it in herself to hate him even if she wanted to. Eyes downcast from behind her visor, she could have almost laughed.

So this was her punishment.

As fitting as it was, it was cruel, so cruel that she doesn’t hear the sound of his feet hitting the ground at a rapid pace growing closer and closer, until his arms have wound around her in a tight embrace. Has he always been this warm? It makes the B-type gasp softly and audibly, and her throat closes up in feeling the younger YoRHa hug her like this, despite what she’d done to him, how much suffering he must know that he’s caused her.

Or did he know that she was suffering too?

“9S, I.....”

Biting into her lower lip, jaw clenching in her attempt to keep her emotions in heck--2B failed miserably, and instead found herself clutching at him just as tightly. If she could be permitted to break that endless spiral of killing him just this once, then....

“....I’m home....Nines.”

Don’t mind the B type taking a walk, considering the fact there’s very little else to do at this point in time.

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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.

“.....”

Strange....To be here without 9S. It’s too quiet, without hearing him ramble on about something that’s caught his attention.