9S pauses, his breath catching in his throat. "Strange..."
A human isn't supposed to help him. He's supposed to serve humans. The humans who were so distant.
He can't help but question how Strange will do it. Strange doesn't know anything about the inner workings of androids or the constantly mutating virus. Strange doesn't know how rapidly it spreads, or how efficiently it corrupts their data. Strange doesn't know that they only certain method they have of dealing with it is to kill the infected android and reboot them in a new body from old memory data. Which can't happen anymore, with all of YoRHa infected.
But...
The rest of his mechanical brain tells the skeptical part of him to shut the hell up. If there's even the slightest chance of Strange saving her should the Ringmaster refuse to do anything... then he'll gladly wait for Strange to pull through. He'll wait years in the carnival if he must.
He can feel his throat closing up, choked with emotion as he brings his hands up to palm his visor, the fabric damp. A human shouldn't be doing this for him, a mere android. Everything in him is telling him to refuse. He doesn't deserve this.
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A human isn't supposed to help him.
He's supposed to serve humans.
The humans who were so distant.
He can't help but question how Strange will do it. Strange doesn't know anything about the inner workings of androids or the constantly mutating virus. Strange doesn't know how rapidly it spreads, or how efficiently it corrupts their data. Strange doesn't know that they only certain method they have of dealing with it is to kill the infected android and reboot them in a new body from old memory data. Which can't happen anymore, with all of YoRHa infected.
But...
The rest of his mechanical brain tells the skeptical part of him to shut the hell up. If there's even the slightest chance of Strange saving her should the Ringmaster refuse to do anything... then he'll gladly wait for Strange to pull through. He'll wait years in the carnival if he must.
He can feel his throat closing up, choked with emotion as he brings his hands up to palm his visor, the fabric damp. A human shouldn't be doing this for him, a mere android. Everything in him is telling him to refuse. He doesn't deserve this.
But he'll do anything for 2B. "...Thank you."