[He doesn't answer her, which she's expecting but still feels some dull disappointment at. Their movement is sluggish. It drags. It would be easier to carry him, but she won't just yet.
When he speaks, she tries to catch his eye but can't, with his head bowed the way it is. It's the pluck of a string on an old song that she hates to hear but is forced to, time and time again. A traitor to YoRHa. It's so laughable. He's supposed to be perceptive, so why can't he see it? Why can't he see the pattern right in front of him, laid bare and left open?]
...
[What can she say to that?]
I completed my mission.
[These words come slowly, painfully, like pulling teeth. It's the first time she's uttered them aloud.] I did everything I was supposed to do. But it didn't matter. You'll think I'm a traitor no matter what I say.
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When he speaks, she tries to catch his eye but can't, with his head bowed the way it is. It's the pluck of a string on an old song that she hates to hear but is forced to, time and time again. A traitor to YoRHa. It's so laughable. He's supposed to be perceptive, so why can't he see it? Why can't he see the pattern right in front of him, laid bare and left open?]
...
[What can she say to that?]
I completed my mission.
[These words come slowly, painfully, like pulling teeth. It's the first time she's uttered them aloud.] I did everything I was supposed to do. But it didn't matter. You'll think I'm a traitor no matter what I say.