[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.]
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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.