[She waits for his outburst, expecting it, bracing for it like a physical blow, but...it doesn't. He concedes, though it brings her little pleasure to see, only a muted sort of surprise.
He's lost so much, she thinks. How difficult it was to stand when you had nothing left to hate. She's known this for a long time.
She keeps her gaze on him. The implied question is not lost on her, though she isn't sure how to answer it.]
[ He neither looks up nor nods when 9S gives his simple, empty response. ]
Yeah.
[ They're finished here. And, frankly, he would rather be alone than listen to A2 further explain why he should bother keeping his chin up. 9S waits for no response from her; silently, he turns again, and heads back off. ]
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He's lost so much, she thinks. How difficult it was to stand when you had nothing left to hate. She's known this for a long time.
She keeps her gaze on him. The implied question is not lost on her, though she isn't sure how to answer it.]
...I'm not anything without an oath.
[Is what she says, finally.]
You should head back.
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Yeah.
[ They're finished here. And, frankly, he would rather be alone than listen to A2 further explain why he should bother keeping his chin up. 9S waits for no response from her; silently, he turns again, and heads back off. ]