[There's a brief, terrifying moment where she considers purposefully misunderstanding his words. YoRHa died all the time, rebooted and reloaded into another body with barely a moment's lag in between death and reactivation. As a Scanner model, 9S especially had a tendency to die out on the field frequently. Still, there was hardly any need for concern when it was never permanent. Dying over and over was something completely normal, and certainly not something worth another person's distress and worry.
It would be easy to leave it at that and never bring up the topic again. It would be all too easy not to face the weight of her crimes.
But she's the one who asked, isn't she? And if she's being honest with herself, she's been waiting a long, long time to pay for her crimes. To repent for her sins.
That doesn't make any of this easy though. They're designed to resemble humans so closely, but as the full weight of his words sinks in further and further, the way she stills is anything but human. She hardly even breathes. Save for the ocean breeze rusting her hair and clothing, she looks more statue than person. Earlier, she could barely wrap her mind around what he was saying. Now, she can't even bare to think about them, his words having left her so utterly, completely paralyzed.
Distantly, she thinks she should be glad they have little to worry about in terms of threats here. As she is right now, she'd be done for if there were machine lifeforms here.
I guess we’re lucky there aren’t any enemies around here. That could’ve been fatal if machine lifeforms attacked.
Just— how much— could he—?]
... Since when. [She cuts herself off, steadying herself. If her voice wavers too much, he'll be too concerned with her well-being, and this is something she needs to know no matter what.] Since when have you remembered?
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It would be easy to leave it at that and never bring up the topic again. It would be all too easy not to face the weight of her crimes.
But she's the one who asked, isn't she? And if she's being honest with herself, she's been waiting a long, long time to pay for her crimes. To repent for her sins.
That doesn't make any of this easy though. They're designed to resemble humans so closely, but as the full weight of his words sinks in further and further, the way she stills is anything but human. She hardly even breathes. Save for the ocean breeze rusting her hair and clothing, she looks more statue than person. Earlier, she could barely wrap her mind around what he was saying. Now, she can't even bare to think about them, his words having left her so utterly, completely paralyzed.
Distantly, she thinks she should be glad they have little to worry about in terms of threats here. As she is right now, she'd be done for if there were machine lifeforms here.
I guess we’re lucky there aren’t any enemies around here. That could’ve been fatal if machine lifeforms attacked.
Just— how much— could he—?]
... Since when. [She cuts herself off, steadying herself. If her voice wavers too much, he'll be too concerned with her well-being, and this is something she needs to know no matter what.] Since when have you remembered?