[ of course it sails over his head and really, half of what he said sailed over hers as well. but there's parts of it that she can understand in a way. the expectation of needing to be more and better, even knowing her fate as a prototype -- that she would ultimately be reused and recycled for something newer and better. and in the end, none of that really mattered, but she still fought, until she was the last one standing.
(the E models were designed to be stronger, to execute other yorha models. each time 2B was sent to eliminate her, A2 destroyed her first. she didn't have to fight so hard; she had outlived her usefulness, she had become a liability, and there was no backup left for her in the bunker. but maybe it was more than just her promise to her old squadron -- maybe it was the inexplicable need to prove that she was still here, still relevant. to be the best version she can be, perhaps even better than that.)
she considers him when he stops talking, for what seems like a while of simply staring at him before she eventually picks her words. ]
no subject
(the E models were designed to be stronger, to execute other yorha models. each time 2B was sent to eliminate her, A2 destroyed her first. she didn't have to fight so hard; she had outlived her usefulness, she had become a liability, and there was no backup left for her in the bunker. but maybe it was more than just her promise to her old squadron -- maybe it was the inexplicable need to prove that she was still here, still relevant. to be the best version she can be, perhaps even better than that.)
she considers him when he stops talking, for what seems like a while of simply staring at him before she eventually picks her words. ]
... You're enough as you are, Jude.