𝐚𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐣𝐣𝐚 → 𝐦𝐨𝐚 𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐨.
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄; 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 from the costly maintenance before healing, over and over. It’s a two-man hovercraft, when she pays attention, she can still smell the last two pilots. She’s never even WANTED Alita to accompany her. It’s quite ironic to think that she finds Alita has more of a heart than she herself has had now for a long time. Maybe it’s just the end of the world that does it; the absence of windows makes her no less AWARE of the dark shadows outside. “ Somebody has to, ” she mutters. The screen of a console finally turns on. That’s one step closer to completing a goddamn RECKLESS mission. “ Besides… I don’t have anyone to come back to. ”
it was sad to be so ALONE in the world. alita knows the feeling all too well. memory is still not FULLY PUT TOGETHER, but there are bits and pieces that have flashed in her mind, and it wasn’t difficult to realize she was the ONLY ONE LEFT. last surviving war machine if you will, as that’s what she’d been designed to do. fight and destroy, the ultimate humanoid weapon. old techniques come in handy from time to time, when they’re faced with an ENEMY. some are human, SOME ARE MACHINES. alita can take on both single handedly, but she opts to let the other take on humans, while SHE takes on the machines. ❝ i have no family either. the one who repaired me… i-i don’t know where he is anymore. but i guess he would’ve been the closest thing to a father i could’ve had… ❞
