[ His grip is—well, it's something, after a few failed attempts at grabbing the proper harness instead of the clothing on her back. As she looks back, 9S gives a weak nod, although he's hoping his body doesn't completely give out on him just yet.
Stringing words together is too much of a challenge to hold a full conversation, so he spends a lot of time being silent. Eventually, he does speak up: ]
How much further?
[ A question not out of impatience; time is a difficult concept to grasp in the moment, anyway. But, despite her words, 9S knows he has to be a literal strain on her back. ]
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Stringing words together is too much of a challenge to hold a full conversation, so he spends a lot of time being silent. Eventually, he does speak up: ]
How much further?
[ A question not out of impatience; time is a difficult concept to grasp in the moment, anyway. But, despite her words, 9S knows he has to be a literal strain on her back. ]