Yes. She transferred permissions over to me. [There's a frown, at that, a human emotion peeking through the careful flatness of her delivery — Pod was hers now, whether she wanted it to be or not.
She can tell he's skeptical, that he likely doesn't believe her. Perhaps it was easier for everyone to believe that she killed 2B in cold blood. Her expression shifts again, almost imperceptibly. It's hesitance, a debate with herself on whether or not she should say the next thing.
But he is listening to her, where 9S would not, and that had to mean something.]
You should stay away from me. [Said matter-of-factly, with customary seriousness. But then:] 9S...
[A glance downward. She studies her hands, the endoskeleton peeking through her skin.] He's your friend. [He had been 2B's friend too, even as she hunted through 2B's archived memory banks for detail on him, to no avail. He wouldn't be reacting this way if he hadn't cared about her.]
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She can tell he's skeptical, that he likely doesn't believe her. Perhaps it was easier for everyone to believe that she killed 2B in cold blood. Her expression shifts again, almost imperceptibly. It's hesitance, a debate with herself on whether or not she should say the next thing.
But he is listening to her, where 9S would not, and that had to mean something.]
You should stay away from me. [Said matter-of-factly, with customary seriousness. But then:] 9S...
[A glance downward. She studies her hands, the endoskeleton peeking through her skin.] He's your friend. [He had been 2B's friend too, even as she hunted through 2B's archived memory banks for detail on him, to no avail. He wouldn't be reacting this way if he hadn't cared about her.]