Just as 2B turned to him so innocently, 9S reached forward for her. Only with one hand, the other arm hung limp at his side, the metal which was meant to serve as the joint laying out exposed. is hand reached forward slowly, and he made no noise except for the sparking of his broken arm.
“No, you’re not listening 2B. YoRHa units are supposed to listen to their supports. I said really look at me.”
Just then, he trespassed a boundary he knew he was not supposed to, and slid a finger of his gloved hand underneath her blindfold. He pulled it up just a bit, as if he were testing the waters and waiting to see what she would do.
“Please, just for a moment. That’s all I need to keep living. Please look at me.”
It took her aback, the sudden touch of a glove slipping underneath the blindfold. It wasn’t a common procedure either. So why was the scanner acting like this? Had he perhaps been infected during his last mission? It was beyond her. The pull was strong enough to reveal both eyes, as the piece of fabric fell to the ground.
A blink and then two more followed up, before her the image of a rather broken android. It made no sense. Commandment would never send a broken YorHA unit into a mission, regardless how ‘safe’ this mission were to be.
I suppose a repair is in order, you should’ve gotten that arm restored after getting back in the bunker.
It was not the usual for their eyes to be bare, she didn’t like it much either. But now it was obvious this boy needed real assistance, one that she could not provide, as a fighting unit it was an impossible task. It didn’t pass long before 2B took a step forward and kneeled to pick up the piece of clothe. Carefully wrapping her eyes with it.
We need to get your arm fixed, and I suppose--- a software check as well, you’ve been spewing far too many incoherence's.
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