[ Routine maintenance sounds about right. Androids are tough; they're supposed to be, created to take the damage that frail, fleshy humans can't.
And speaking of frail, fleshy humans, if 9S was expecting her to comment on maintenance, it's all flown out the window the moment he utters a certain name that belongs to a human she hasn't spoken about out loud (directly, at least) in years. Telepathy this may be, she lets out a small gasp, her thoughts themselves momentarily jumbled at the mere mention. ]
...I-I'm sorry?
[ That's not possible. It shouldn't be. He couldn't have approached 9S while he was repairing himself, because he's gone. Dead. Buried six feet under. (Not that she could confirm herself; she regrets not going to his funeral.) If it's the same Minato he's referring to, of course, but what other Minato could bring her up in conversation, mention that he also knew an android named Aigis?
Her chest hurts, her heart pangs (and no she doesn't care if she technically doesn't have a fleshy, beating heart; the pain is still the same, felt as keenly as any human heart can), and she instinctively holds her hand close to the base of her neck. ]
9S-san, I...I would like to trust you, but this is no time to joke around or deceive.
[ And it has to be a joke or a lie, because she understands the finality of it all (or maybe she doesn't want to accept the fact that he was here, his footsteps imprinted in the ground, living a life without his friends and without her at his side at some point) but death is no laughing matter. ]
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And speaking of frail, fleshy humans, if 9S was expecting her to comment on maintenance, it's all flown out the window the moment he utters a certain name that belongs to a human she hasn't spoken about out loud (directly, at least) in years. Telepathy this may be, she lets out a small gasp, her thoughts themselves momentarily jumbled at the mere mention. ]
...I-I'm sorry?
[ That's not possible. It shouldn't be. He couldn't have approached 9S while he was repairing himself, because he's gone. Dead. Buried six feet under. (Not that she could confirm herself; she regrets not going to his funeral.) If it's the same Minato he's referring to, of course, but what other Minato could bring her up in conversation, mention that he also knew an android named Aigis?
Her chest hurts, her heart pangs (and no she doesn't care if she technically doesn't have a fleshy, beating heart; the pain is still the same, felt as keenly as any human heart can), and she instinctively holds her hand close to the base of her neck. ]
9S-san, I...I would like to trust you, but this is no time to joke around or deceive.
[ And it has to be a joke or a lie, because she understands the finality of it all (or maybe she doesn't want to accept the fact that he was here, his footsteps imprinted in the ground, living a life without his friends and without her at his side at some point) but death is no laughing matter. ]