He doesn't make it through the doorway before his gaze fixes on the deep red that stains the floor, caught off guard suddenly. There were people down here, he knows that much, but it occurs to him that he hadn't thought of what, precisely, became of them all. Not that he has to ask; once 9S finally decides to follow Simon into the next hall, he catches a glimpse of his answer.
9S' mouth presses into a flat line. That man is undoubtedly dead, and so he merely looks ahead; there's nothing to be done about it, much as he hates to admit it. ]
I know, I know. [ So he'll focus on sounding patronized instead. ] I couldn't tell you which direction we're going in, anyway.
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He doesn't make it through the doorway before his gaze fixes on the deep red that stains the floor, caught off guard suddenly. There were people down here, he knows that much, but it occurs to him that he hadn't thought of what, precisely, became of them all. Not that he has to ask; once 9S finally decides to follow Simon into the next hall, he catches a glimpse of his answer.
9S' mouth presses into a flat line. That man is undoubtedly dead, and so he merely looks ahead; there's nothing to be done about it, much as he hates to admit it. ]
I know, I know. [ So he'll focus on sounding patronized instead. ] I couldn't tell you which direction we're going in, anyway.