She has legs. They work as intended, awkward in their struts as she is hauled from a place she had still been catching up toward. Her is not in the air, by itself, it is enveloped by nimble fingers and guided into action. Into their dome, away from the rot. She had barely thought of the beast, and would now barely think of it again. Her heels click and fail to pin her weight backward. She shambles along with her, delayed in understanding what was being said, what was happening—
It was disbelief shattering her, and words being spun quickly with strain. "No—" she says, by the end, it is a plea. "No, Woe—"
She could barely sink her heels to the ground in rattled rebellion. Her feet continued to kick forward but her torso, newly knit, angles, objecting the reason for their advancement. Even their acclaimed helpers rush to support their saints once the coast of the tall, barred doors and short staircases were free to usher out from, Mercy on one side (even if she did shoo them off) and 2B on the other. 2B rejects the aid and pulls the hand that physically summons her.
"I can't," the android nearly gasps with her breath so new, expanding in her chest with the thick muscle of her new heart. It beats harder. "I won't, I'm not done—"
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It was disbelief shattering her, and words being spun quickly with strain. "No—" she says, by the end, it is a plea. "No, Woe—"
She could barely sink her heels to the ground in rattled rebellion. Her feet continued to kick forward but her torso, newly knit, angles, objecting the reason for their advancement. Even their acclaimed helpers rush to support their saints once the coast of the tall, barred doors and short staircases were free to usher out from, Mercy on one side (even if she did shoo them off) and 2B on the other. 2B rejects the aid and pulls the hand that physically summons her.
"I can't," the android nearly gasps with her breath so new, expanding in her chest with the thick muscle of her new heart. It beats harder. "I won't, I'm not done—"