"I can't. My role, my purpose, is to fight in the war against the machine lifeforms and aid humanity's return to Earth."
Even though he had been adamant on 2B coming to the Carnival with him, to escape the logic virus and to escape her duties, when he thinks about himself leaving YoRHa, when he thinks about abandoning his mission, he feels something deep within him rebel at the thought. The thought twists his mechanical insides, chokes the breath from his throat.
"If I leave, then I'm turning my back on the reason I was created! They're my humans. If I can't serve them, then what purpose do I have?" Unknowingly, he's raised his voice, hands clenching into fists. "If I can't fulfil my purpose, then why am I even alive?"
It hurts, thinking about turning away from his purpose. He knows going back will only reenter the cycle of life and death, but not going back hurts just as much. How do humans do it? How do humans live without knowing the reason for their life?
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"I can't. My role, my purpose, is to fight in the war against the machine lifeforms and aid humanity's return to Earth."
Even though he had been adamant on 2B coming to the Carnival with him, to escape the logic virus and to escape her duties, when he thinks about himself leaving YoRHa, when he thinks about abandoning his mission, he feels something deep within him rebel at the thought. The thought twists his mechanical insides, chokes the breath from his throat.
"If I leave, then I'm turning my back on the reason I was created! They're my humans. If I can't serve them, then what purpose do I have?" Unknowingly, he's raised his voice, hands clenching into fists. "If I can't fulfil my purpose, then why am I even alive?"
It hurts, thinking about turning away from his purpose. He knows going back will only reenter the cycle of life and death, but not going back hurts just as much. How do humans do it? How do humans live without knowing the reason for their life?