[She laughs, short and hollow, but there's no joy in it. Nothing about this is funny. All there is is the self-disgust of someone who hates themselves more than anything else.]
Over and over and over again. I killed him more times than you could count.
[But she remembers each death, exactly how many times she killed him. How could she possibly forget that? And now, somehow, 9S remembered too. Sometimes, it felt like the weight of what she'd done would be enough to crush her, but it was never something she wanted to share either. No one needed to know this.
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[She laughs, short and hollow, but there's no joy in it. Nothing about this is funny. All there is is the self-disgust of someone who hates themselves more than anything else.]
Over and over and over again. I killed him more times than you could count.
[But she remembers each death, exactly how many times she killed him. How could she possibly forget that? And now, somehow, 9S remembered too. Sometimes, it felt like the weight of what she'd done would be enough to crush her, but it was never something she wanted to share either. No one needed to know this.
But he's asking for the truth. He deserves that.]
That's what I have to do with this.