[ He's far from a condition that could be considered 'good'. Even while standing still, leaning heavily against the street light, his body slightly sways like he's barely hanging on to standing upright.
With his gaze fixated on the broken concrete below, 9S' vision is too distorted to notice anyone approaching from the corner of his eye. At the moment, all his thoughts are focused on how he needs to get back to safety—to return to the station to guarantee it, but...
Can he manage it like this? Likewise too affected by the storm, Pod wouldn't be able to carry him. He needs to... figure something out.
And then he hears his name.
9S lifts his head, and stares for a long moment, as if he can't quite make out who's there. But eventually, for all his visual processors flicker like hell, he manages to just enough. ]
A2— [ He grits out, cut off by a crackling pop in his voice. Jaw clenching—both out of his struggling and the anger of having to see her (why was she here, anyway?)—9S' free hand balls together tightly at his side. ] What the hell do you want?
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With his gaze fixated on the broken concrete below, 9S' vision is too distorted to notice anyone approaching from the corner of his eye. At the moment, all his thoughts are focused on how he needs to get back to safety—to return to the station to guarantee it, but...
Can he manage it like this? Likewise too affected by the storm, Pod wouldn't be able to carry him. He needs to... figure something out.
And then he hears his name.
9S lifts his head, and stares for a long moment, as if he can't quite make out who's there. But eventually, for all his visual processors flicker like hell, he manages to just enough. ]
A2— [ He grits out, cut off by a crackling pop in his voice. Jaw clenching—both out of his struggling and the anger of having to see her (why was she here, anyway?)—9S' free hand balls together tightly at his side. ] What the hell do you want?