[There is undeniably a part of her that's happy to hear those words. To know that just as much as 9S was her entire world, she was his, too. But that happiness doesn't bring her any joy. It's too quickly smothered and choked, drowned out by the reality of their situation. Of what she is, of what she's done to him. No matter how much he cares about it, she doesn't think there's a thing in the the world, nothing she could do that would be enough to make amends.]

I shouldn't be. Not when you should hate me.

[How can he not hate her, the way she hates herself?]

I killed you. [It's only now that she can say it plainly, now that she's condemning herself.] Over and over and over again, and you were barely even mad at me.

[Maybe every now and then, she killed him and he looked at her with something aside from resignation or understanding. Sometimes he was scared, sometimes upset, but so rarely did she see him mad at what she did to him, betrayed. And that couldn't be right, not when she deserved every bit of it.]

Why aren't you mad at me? [It could almost be a sob for how raw and broken her voice is.]