[She does feel sorry for him now, watching his reaction, his clear agony. This emotion struggles to gain traction beneath the weight of empty exhaustion that she had lived with for years, but it's there.]
I don't know how they met you. But I'm telling you the truth. [Whatever he wanted to believe afterward was his decision.
His question gives her pause. She almost laughs at it, the absurdity of it. YoRHa had taken her face and memories to repurpose to make 2B, this improved and more loyal version of her, and then sent this doppelganger to kill her for knowing too much, for having the audacity to live beyond her usefulness. And now she was being asked if they had been friends.
She breathes out sharply.]
No.
[It's short, blunt. No room for argument there.] But she wanted to die as herself. [And it had hurt too, to see herself reflected in 2B's face, this mirror staring up at her, her normally serene face etched in pain.
No one deserved to die like that, ravaged from the inside out by a machine virus, their mind hijacked and destroyed. It was a mercy she could grant, and so she had.]
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I don't know how they met you. But I'm telling you the truth. [Whatever he wanted to believe afterward was his decision.
His question gives her pause. She almost laughs at it, the absurdity of it. YoRHa had taken her face and memories to repurpose to make 2B, this improved and more loyal version of her, and then sent this doppelganger to kill her for knowing too much, for having the audacity to live beyond her usefulness. And now she was being asked if they had been friends.
She breathes out sharply.]
No.
[It's short, blunt. No room for argument there.] But she wanted to die as herself. [And it had hurt too, to see herself reflected in 2B's face, this mirror staring up at her, her normally serene face etched in pain.
No one deserved to die like that, ravaged from the inside out by a machine virus, their mind hijacked and destroyed. It was a mercy she could grant, and so she had.]