They're still blue. Mercy does not and cannot know what she expected might happen between first seeing them and now, but the particular pale blue of 2B's eyes, like noon in winter, catches her worse than off-guard. It touches her like the tip of a rapier in a sparring match, one sharp, biting kiss to the crook of her shoulder, and she tenses underneath their regard just as much as she would under such an attack.
The want in her eyes is as terrible and raw as a freshly hatched chick, all bobble-headed and slickly bedraggled. The dampness of newborn things long ago lost any compelling attraction it might have once had for her, if it ever did, and she knows she could reach out as easily as anything to snuff out this particular trembling vulnerability.
"I siphoned you," she says, with cut glass syllables, the lilting roll of her voice cut away like skin lifted from meat on a surgical table, "I took hold of your soul, and I sent it away from you, so I could make use of the energy which pools in the differential space. It had a more dramatic effect on you than I - anticipated."
Hesitation, like she's some fumbling novice, flinching at the sacrifices required of her. It isn't that. It's the unexpectedness of the dissolution, the revealed similarities between what 2B is and what she has claimed she is not.
"I had to implement substitutions for your vital functions." Mercy glances at 2B's still imperfect chest, mouth thinned. "An extremely experimental procedure, and one I can't-" cut glass goes jagged, inward turned "-assure the success of."
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The want in her eyes is as terrible and raw as a freshly hatched chick, all bobble-headed and slickly bedraggled. The dampness of newborn things long ago lost any compelling attraction it might have once had for her, if it ever did, and she knows she could reach out as easily as anything to snuff out this particular trembling vulnerability.
"I siphoned you," she says, with cut glass syllables, the lilting roll of her voice cut away like skin lifted from meat on a surgical table, "I took hold of your soul, and I sent it away from you, so I could make use of the energy which pools in the differential space. It had a more dramatic effect on you than I - anticipated."
Hesitation, like she's some fumbling novice, flinching at the sacrifices required of her. It isn't that. It's the unexpectedness of the dissolution, the revealed similarities between what 2B is and what she has claimed she is not.
"I had to implement substitutions for your vital functions." Mercy glances at 2B's still imperfect chest, mouth thinned. "An extremely experimental procedure, and one I can't-" cut glass goes jagged, inward turned "-assure the success of."