The question makes his chest ache with an unknown feeling, and 9S grips the front of his clothes, fingers digging into fabric. The portal back to the carnival is in sight, but there's still a fair distance to go.
"I... don't know."
He doesn't want to believe the words of that fake, but too much of what it said makes sense... ...especially the reason why his memory barely spans 3 months, even though he was rolled out over 2 years ago.
"It hurts, being alive."
It hurts, being alive and alone and without purpose.
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"I... don't know."
He doesn't want to believe the words of that fake, but too much of what it said makes sense...
...especially the reason why his memory barely spans 3 months, even though he was rolled out over 2 years ago.
"It hurts, being alive."
It hurts, being alive and alone and without purpose.