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[Silently, A2 proceeds into the rubble, Pod floating ahead of her to investigate. The two of them begin to work in easy and familiar concert to clear the rubble. Both have no trouble at all moving what would be too heavy for a human being.]

Stocking food...? [A2 finally asks, then in understanding:] Oh. Yeah.

The people who run the farm share food. [She briefly glances over at Ellie at this, gauging her reaction.]

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[ Ellie busies herself helping, though in comparison to two robots with at least twice her strength, she's more left to just clear out the smaller stuff.

The farm...she hasn't actually gone to visit yet. ]

Maybe normally, but if it's this bad... People are probably going to start focusing on feeding their own.

[ There's a resigned note to her voice. Maybe later she'll be able to imagine something better, but right now standing in the rubble... She doesn't feel like part of the Chosen most of the time. It's fully Ellie's fault but shhh. ]

Guess I can't blame them.

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Hm.

[A2 hums to herself in thought, not saying anything for a while. She's pleased to be working, though it's a laughable task compared to any lofty mission assigned to her by YoRHa. But those missions hadn't actually mattered, she thinks, with a painful twinge. At least here, she was helping someone. Helping a friend.]

You sure about that? [...] I... think they'd share. [A pause.] Everyone's been helping each other.

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Maybe they would. [ there's a pause as she contemplates a rock in her hand. ] Everyone's weird as hell here anyway.

[ she chucks it, kicking aside a couple more. ]

Feels like anyone I could ask, I fucked up and bit. And I'm used to doing for myself, it's not like I couldn't survive alone.

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[A quiet "hm," in response. A2 focuses on the work as she thinks over an appropriate response. She didn't quite know what she was doing, unused to this sort of discussion. Giving advice, is what she realizes.]

I killed you. [...] And you asked me to kill you. But we're still talking.

[She did not blame the girl for asking her, and yet it was a burden nonetheless. Another stone on her back. If she hadn't been in this place, she's not certain she would've survived it, between her programming and her already tenuous mental state.

But she was here. She had survived yet again. This burdensome life of hers continued stubbornly on.

Carefully, one-handed, she lifts a slab of broken-off wall that is twice her size. Something glitters underneath, but there's a lot to get rid of before it can be reached.]

Don't know if that could happen anywhere else.