Oh how wrong she is. Nothing could be farther from the truth. He wants her, in every single possible way he could have her, without fail. Sexual or not, it doesn't matter to 9S - he just wants 2B. Now, that doesn't mean he wasn't upset when she went out of her way to get modified, more or less right away, to serve humanity - he was. He was even more upset with the way she had pressured him initially to do the same, the way she wouldn't listen to his arguments against why he didn't want to. They're still points he stands by. Sure, he gets it. He understands, to a degree, her line of reasoning but he still thinks her decision was foolish, and the longer he spends time among those they've been programmed to show deference to...he doesn't think they deserve it. They don't deserve 2B or A2 or even him. They don't deserve their programmed loyalty and affection. The more 9S thinks about it, the more he can't stop thinking they should have to earn it.
Why did all of them long for the touch of beings that were, at least until they came here, inaccessible and unfathomable? It's troublesome. Why was it that humans were so perfect in their eyes? Logically, 9S knows they're far from it. Some of them are pleasant, some of them he adores in his own way, but none of the feelings he has for them come close to how he feels about her. He's always felt too much, it's a problem with his model. Honestly, he's not sure why he was made the way he was. Why create something that was so naturally curious, so full of emotion that most of the time it was too much? Too much to handle, too much to process...just like now it's too much. 2B has always been too much for him. Too good for him.
But that hasn't ever stopped him from wanting her attention and affection.
There are a lot of reasons, far more valid than modifications that 9S could hate 2B for. Despite the changes she's made, she's still 2B. A chassis for them is just that - a replaceable body - or had been. Here though parts weren't easy to come by. They couldn't go around messing with what they had. In that vein, he wishes she'd talked to him, had let him do maintenance on her...she's behind in that, isn't she? He's been scared to ask though, scared to suggest it. Afraid she'll turn him down again for offering to do his job, what he was made to do. Things here have made interacting with each other so complicated, far more so than it had been under YoRHa's watch. At least back then they had clear objectives, clear motives and goals. 9S had things to work toward - he knew his place, even if he was always trying to push boundaries.
Here he's still trying to figure out where that's supposed to be, where he's supposed to fit in. It's far harder than he ever thought it'd be and it's something he's thought about, before he'd found out the truth. What would it be like to live among humans? What would they have them do after the war was over? His fantasies, thus far, haven't exactly been met by reality, but how could they be? And on that note...could his expectations ever be met?
He's thinking too much. He always is. Forcing himself to stop he wraps his arms around 2B tighter, almost desperately, as if she'll turn to sand and slip away from beneath him. Shifting, her hands on his hips, he straddles her better on the couch, the cushions sagging beneath their combined weight as he moves to deepen the kiss, a hint of possessiveness behind the move. If only she knew just how desperate he was...or maybe she was aware? Maybe she had been all along?
Then again, did it really matter? All that matters, right now, is having her under him and keeping her there. All that matters is knowing, despite everything they've gone through, she cares.
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Why did all of them long for the touch of beings that were, at least until they came here, inaccessible and unfathomable? It's troublesome. Why was it that humans were so perfect in their eyes? Logically, 9S knows they're far from it. Some of them are pleasant, some of them he adores in his own way, but none of the feelings he has for them come close to how he feels about her. He's always felt too much, it's a problem with his model. Honestly, he's not sure why he was made the way he was. Why create something that was so naturally curious, so full of emotion that most of the time it was too much? Too much to handle, too much to process...just like now it's too much. 2B has always been too much for him. Too good for him.
But that hasn't ever stopped him from wanting her attention and affection.
There are a lot of reasons, far more valid than modifications that 9S could hate 2B for. Despite the changes she's made, she's still 2B. A chassis for them is just that - a replaceable body - or had been. Here though parts weren't easy to come by. They couldn't go around messing with what they had. In that vein, he wishes she'd talked to him, had let him do maintenance on her...she's behind in that, isn't she? He's been scared to ask though, scared to suggest it. Afraid she'll turn him down again for offering to do his job, what he was made to do. Things here have made interacting with each other so complicated, far more so than it had been under YoRHa's watch. At least back then they had clear objectives, clear motives and goals. 9S had things to work toward - he knew his place, even if he was always trying to push boundaries.
Here he's still trying to figure out where that's supposed to be, where he's supposed to fit in. It's far harder than he ever thought it'd be and it's something he's thought about, before he'd found out the truth. What would it be like to live among humans? What would they have them do after the war was over? His fantasies, thus far, haven't exactly been met by reality, but how could they be? And on that note...could his expectations ever be met?
He's thinking too much. He always is. Forcing himself to stop he wraps his arms around 2B tighter, almost desperately, as if she'll turn to sand and slip away from beneath him. Shifting, her hands on his hips, he straddles her better on the couch, the cushions sagging beneath their combined weight as he moves to deepen the kiss, a hint of possessiveness behind the move. If only she knew just how desperate he was...or maybe she was aware? Maybe she had been all along?
Then again, did it really matter? All that matters, right now, is having her under him and keeping her there. All that matters is knowing, despite everything they've gone through, she cares.
He only hopes she cares just as much as he does.