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back, creating distance once more.

reached his eyes. “ death is a certainty, ” she said. “ my current body is not the original. it was reactivated without memory, without instinct, without … familiarity. ” her gaze flicked toward him. “ so don’t look at me like that. i don’t need your pity. ” she stepped .c.

“ yes. ” she released his hand. the motion was final — controlled. she was still upset; that much was clear. how long had it been ? a year ? longer ? and yet, he stood before her unchanged, untouched by time or grief. as if nothing had been lost. if he mourned her, it never .c.

unreadable. she had yet to rediscover what once made her whole. “ i could’ve done worse, ” she added after a pause. “ that punch was the only thing that might’ve rattled your memory. ”

“ i am not an organic life form. ” it came as a correction — soft, but meant to cut through the disbelief that clouded his thoughts. “ we’ve been here before, haven’t we ? where my body can be broken again and again, only to be rebuilt. ” her lips pressed into a firm line, .c.

tightening in her chest ? whatever it was, she was already carrying something she shouldn’t be feeling.

when only a breath separated them, 2B raised her hand — the one nearest to his and pressed her palm gently into his. her touch wasn’t cold, but it carried weight. “ there’s nothing i can say, johnny … ” maybe it was to keep her voice steady ? maybe it was to stop the ache .c.

body ? to search for truth ? pathetic.

survival came something bitter, something cold. the only reason she was free now — walking, breathing, burning — was to find him again, to drive her fist into that broken, disbelieving mask he wore. even if she had died for a moment, he hadn’t the spine to look for her .c.

she stopped — motion stilled, breath low. yes, she was alive. synthetic flesh wrapped around a core that never forgot. she knew why he believed she was dead, knew the logic, the cause, the chain of events; but in the final seconds, she was pulled back. salvaged. and with .c.

something deep, enough to draw out the spirit buried beneath flesh. he shifted ; she didn’t flinch. her body moved again, slower this time. no lunge, no fury — just footsteps, steady and cold, cutting through the space between them.

no words stirred her throat ; silence clung to her like armor. she had no desire to speak — not to him, not now, not with that heat swelling in her chest like a storm barely caged behind her teeth. unseen eyes followed the change in him, how the weight of her blow rattled .c.

@hellishspirit’s jaw, sharp knuckles crashing in with enough weight to rattle teeth. no hesitation, no warning — just fury given shape.

fingers curled tight, she lunged forward without pause. it wasn’t calculated — just pure, flaring anger, lit hot in her chest. in one clean motion, her arm snapped back and fired forward, mechanical joints straining under the force. the blow landed flush against .c.

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⠀( 💢 ) ⠀typical. ⠀but, fine. ⠀After a few seconds 、 the ⠀android is now free from the ⠀shallow water that surrounded ⠀her. lips permanently forming a ⠀frown of disapproval.

⠀. . . ⠀She’s smiling. Good ⠀ morning .ᐟ