#9s tag

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“ when the time comes, it’ll all be too late. don’t you understand? “ another for 9s lol - @unliberate

“ i understand entirely. “ he doesn't. there are just some things he can't wrap his head around, but a little white lie never hurt anyone ( hearts be damned ) .

“ we've been through a lot , it's sort of our job to be ready for anything, so i'm sure whatever it is will go just fine 2b. sheesh , when did you get so paranoid anyways? i bet it was the commander again, wasn't it? “ she's always so analytical - which, in itself is ironic. a part of him knows what comes next. the theoretical knife in the back never felt so good. but, it's not like he can settle on those thoughts. it'll be okay. it's always okay.

“ still ... you seem pretty sure about this so... we'll play it cautious. does that sound good? " a quick turn to nod at their pods, who seemingly drifted off before them without a word.

“ huh ... guess they're onto something too. “

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“ no matter how hard i try to create a ‘different world’, won’t it soon be discarded and forgotten? “ for 9s from 2b [: @unliberate

“ sure, i mean ... just look at what's left already. “ the words don't come as dryly as they might sound , the sentiment implied however fumbles somewhat with a delayed pause. she's never shown herself to care all that much about what's ahead, always opting to cut through it all in a way he could only ever admire. she of strength waylays so suddenly? the trouble lies deeper than logic dictates.

“ what i mean to say is, does it matter? “ it ... should. by all rhyme or reason, it's a valid worry. but to assuage those errant fears may be the only thing he's ever done right by her. so he has to try.

“ everything fades. machines rust. our own allies fall every day. “ this doesn't seem incredibly fruitful - but rumination often finds a way to circle. “ just because it might soon fade, doesn't mean it's not worth trying for. think about it. “ chewed upon lips curl into an uncomfortably small smile.

“ if the humans can build something that we still explore to this day, 2B - then i know for a fact that whatever it is you're building has to be special. even if it fades off into obscurity... “ a hand is placed onto a faux heart.

“ i'll do my best to uphold its memory. i promise. “ a promise made so sweet and sincere. one has to wonder , just how many times he's made it before.