[ it's singing—? 2B manages a brief gaze from her shoulder to the beast's ugly remainders. there is something happening, and 2B realizes her own distress is not coming from the thing. her vision has stabilized, no static, no impairments. her paleblood brings her to an empathic hypersensitivity to the very thing she keeps at arm's length (and still fails to really divorce from): oh, blasted emotion. ]
I am, [ she sucks in a breath, wisping and surging; she swallows this bubbling irritation and anger and madness with a wet click of her lips, and stiffness that bases itself in her fists, held to her side. ] an all-purpose combat android: YoRHa unit 2B.
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I am, [ she sucks in a breath, wisping and surging; she swallows this bubbling irritation and anger and madness with a wet click of her lips, and stiffness that bases itself in her fists, held to her side. ] an all-purpose combat android: YoRHa unit 2B.