9S allows Strange to put his hand on his shoulder... but eventually pulls away from it. Neither the words nor the action is much comfort to him. The Prince couldn't have pulled 2B from his memories. At least, not all of her; he didn't know any of the revelations she revealed to him.
"...Back home, we could never be together." Back then, he didn't know why 2B was so distant to him, while simultaneously being close. He knows now. He doesn't care that she's his executioner, only that it's Command that put her in the position in the first place. "We couldn't, because... because of her duty." Her duty to kill him, over and over and over again. "If it's true that everyone is infected... that she's infected, too..."
At least Strange has the certainty of Arabella still being alive back home, waiting for him.
9S keeps his blindfolded gaze firmly on the portal as he strides towards it, but his hands are curled into fists, shaking, as he murmurs, "...It never will be. Not unless the Ringmaster can do something about it."
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"...Back home, we could never be together." Back then, he didn't know why 2B was so distant to him, while simultaneously being close. He knows now. He doesn't care that she's his executioner, only that it's Command that put her in the position in the first place. "We couldn't, because... because of her duty." Her duty to kill him, over and over and over again. "If it's true that everyone is infected... that she's infected, too..."
At least Strange has the certainty of Arabella still being alive back home, waiting for him.
9S keeps his blindfolded gaze firmly on the portal as he strides towards it, but his hands are curled into fists, shaking, as he murmurs, "...It never will be. Not unless the Ringmaster can do something about it."