#HKJHKHJLKH WHAT GAVE YOU THE IMPRESSION THAT -THIS- WAS OKAY ????

[lunaetis]

@charmingbrute asked :

"14S reporting." It's his first time leaving the Bunker. He couldn't say he was impressed by what he's seeing, for it couldn't be anything good. "I am sent here to inform you that we can no longer make use of YoRHa No.9 Type S, as the continuous damage from before have reached excessive levels. It was no longer possible to repair him. Even his memory chip became corrupted. The executives were left with little choice but to permanently deem him out of service. You understand what this means, don't you?"

unprompted. || always accepting

─「2B」─  the UNFAMILIAR figure of another YORHA UNIT caused the female to pause for a moment. there was little to no change to her expression, eyes that were clad under the black cloth shifted only slightly. it wasn't something one could perceive, even for a scanner unit like the other. but inside ? inside, there were so many data being processed, so many things that ran through her mind, through her system, through her thought process. everything happened in that split second. it was registering the words, the infor

                we can no longer make use of yorha no.9 type s.                 continuous damage.                 excessive level.                 memory chip became corrupted.                 out of service.

                it was the keywords in each of his sentence that were strung together, piece by piece, forming a whole information and reality that came crashing down upon her mind, upon her own thoughts. EMOTIONS. those should be non-existent. these words were supposed to be normal information she would process, analyzed, take into consideration if it would affect their current mission or not. if not, then they move on. no more, no less. there were no feelings involved. none. how could a yorha unit feel anything ? that's not possible. especially for a type like she was.

                type E. Executioner.

                what would an executioner need to feel anything for ?

                you understand what this means, don't you ?

                " yes. " was the only response that came from the ANDROID. there was, once again, nothing in her voice that would indicate the overwhelming weight she felt upon her shoulders, upon her head, upon her heart. do they even have a heart ? they don't, right ? androids don't have something like that, unlike humans do. they don't, they don't, they don't. then ... then ... !

                then why did it hurt ? where did the pain come from ? where ?

                she didn't understand it, she didn't know it. why she felt like EVERYTHING around her was beginning to collapse, why her system was pinging weird errors that her pulse was increasing, that her circulations were starting to malfunction, that her whole frame was shaking, and her thoughts were overloading. overloading with what ? what exactly ? it didn't make sense. none of it made sense. it was just ... another information. it was ... it was ... —

                — 9S was gone. he's gone now. permanently.

                and it echoed, repeatedly, permanent. permanent. like her own system refused to process that word, as though it was alien, as though she had the capacity to actually DENY the truth. who was she to deny the truth ? and it was registered, again and again, forcing its way inside of her core, inside her codes, imprinting into it. engraved. it was the truth.

                YOU COULD NOT SAVE HIM.                 YOU COULD NOT SAVE HIM.                 YOU COULD NOT SAVE HIM.

                fingers curled around her weapon, tightening, and her frame stopped moving for a split second, before her voice was heard once more.

                " mission status, report. "