[The onslaught drives 2—- back again, the force of the blows each rattling through her. The words rattle her in a different way, though it may be hard to spot. Where A2’s rage is clear in her eyes, 2—- is still viewing the world through her scanner.]
It doesn’t matter what I think.
[She tries to get a counter in, but there’s never time. A2’s words have already hit home. (It comes back. Six months. Six months of no one but old computers greeting her by another name. Six months doggedly chasing one thing and always coming up with nothing.) Weapons clash pointlessly. Graceful as the two are, sooner or later, 2—-‘s foot comes down on one of her own body’s neck, just enough of an unsteady moment.
The sword bites into her arm, and 2—- clamps down on a pained sound. At least there’s a bit more color decorating this false city.]
You say that like there’s a choice. But you and I - what else do we have?
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It doesn’t matter what I think.
[She tries to get a counter in, but there’s never time. A2’s words have already hit home. (It comes back. Six months. Six months of no one but old computers greeting her by another name. Six months doggedly chasing one thing and always coming up with nothing.) Weapons clash pointlessly. Graceful as the two are, sooner or later, 2—-‘s foot comes down on one of her own body’s neck, just enough of an unsteady moment.
The sword bites into her arm, and 2—- clamps down on a pained sound. At least there’s a bit more color decorating this false city.]
You say that like there’s a choice. But you and I - what else do we have?