[She waits for his acquiescence before she lifts him, with surprising ease, into her arms. She doesn't sway, doesn't lose her balance. A moment to acclimate herself to the new weight passes, and then she begins to walk, her back straight, her head held up so that he would have to strain to see her features, the grief that clouds them like a mask before it flattens out again into blankness.
They walk in silence. A2 knows that once he gets the strength again to do so, he'll try to kill her again. But for now, she allows herself to be content with this. She's fulfilling her promise. It isn't too much to keep him safe, when he's like this. A2 recalls that 2B had carried him like this as well. She recalls too, all the times where she had killed him. Crushed his throat, driven him through with her sword, sent Pod to fire upon him in an unguarded moment, and for a little while, their memories collide in such a way that she isn't sure which ones are her own or not.]
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They walk in silence. A2 knows that once he gets the strength again to do so, he'll try to kill her again. But for now, she allows herself to be content with this. She's fulfilling her promise. It isn't too much to keep him safe, when he's like this. A2 recalls that 2B had carried him like this as well. She recalls too, all the times where she had killed him. Crushed his throat, driven him through with her sword, sent Pod to fire upon him in an unguarded moment, and for a little while, their memories collide in such a way that she isn't sure which ones are her own or not.]