2B turns her head from him towards the sea silently, almost mechanically. Somehow, some way, he knows. He remembers every bit of pain she's caused him, every instance he met her only for her to kill him again. He remembers every time she stabbed him in the back, every time she snuffed his life out despite how desperately he tried to live. The endless cycle she thought she bore alone is suddenly shared, and she can't fathom how he can stand to look at her without despising every fiber of her being.
She can't even look at herself without seeing that.
Suddenly, all she can think about was how relieved she was when she died. 9S was safe, and she didn't have to hurt him anymore. She didn't have to hurt anymore. Their endless cycle was finally over once she closed the loop with herself. Here, 9S would be safe. A2 was here, and whoever cared for 9S enough to confess would surely take care of him too. She didn't have to hurt him anymore. With all that said, was there any reason for her to still have to hurt like this?
It occurs to her that there isn't.
So she stands up, walking easily towards the ocean. She doesn't stop until she's in the water, struggling to put one foot in front of the other despite her weight. When her foot finally steps into nothing, the waves easily tipping her forward to let the water drag her under, she slips beneath the surface with a smile.
She's always felt like she'd be crushed by the sheer pain of these feelings alone. It'd be fitting if it was literal.
under the [S]ea
2B turns her head from him towards the sea silently, almost mechanically. Somehow, some way, he knows. He remembers every bit of pain she's caused him, every instance he met her only for her to kill him again. He remembers every time she stabbed him in the back, every time she snuffed his life out despite how desperately he tried to live. The endless cycle she thought she bore alone is suddenly shared, and she can't fathom how he can stand to look at her without despising every fiber of her being.
She can't even look at herself without seeing that.
Suddenly, all she can think about was how relieved she was when she died. 9S was safe, and she didn't have to hurt him anymore. She didn't have to hurt anymore. Their endless cycle was finally over once she closed the loop with herself. Here, 9S would be safe. A2 was here, and whoever cared for 9S enough to confess would surely take care of him too. She didn't have to hurt him anymore. With all that said, was there any reason for her to still have to hurt like this?
It occurs to her that there isn't.
So she stands up, walking easily towards the ocean. She doesn't stop until she's in the water, struggling to put one foot in front of the other despite her weight. When her foot finally steps into nothing, the waves easily tipping her forward to let the water drag her under, she slips beneath the surface with a smile.
She's always felt like she'd be crushed by the sheer pain of these feelings alone. It'd be fitting if it was literal.
... You better reload.]