[Jude may not notice he's holding that glove, but 9S does. And so he's going to hold out his hand and wait for its return, accustomed to replacing missing pieces of his uniform as a matter of course. Usually it was his goggles, but it's reflexive regardless of which article of clothing he lacks]
I'll look weird with just one glove.
[He explains after several moments of his hand simply hovering there, buying himself some time to respond to the rest. The fact is: he doesn't know how to answer Jude. The harder he tries, the heavier his awareness of his own unworthiness, and a part of him fears it might crush him in due time.
It isn't that he's ungrateful, but after all he's seen, and all he's done... Should so much really be given to him? He just doesn't know. His core programming ached and mourned and longed for humanity, but faced with it now, can he even live up to what he was supposed to be?
That is, the ideal and not the disappointing reality]
I think, maybe... [He hesitates, frowning. Is he in a position to say this?] You give people too much too quickly. You don't know that much about me, but even so...
[Even so, he keeps fighting tooth and nail to try and get him to look at himself the way a human would. It's nothing he ever expected or imagined]
It's kind of scary, because someone might hurt you. [And that notion is terrifying for someone like him, having lost his creators once. In reality they'd been gone so long before he ever existed, and yet the realization of that truth was devastating, as though he'd only been moments too late to save them] But I...guess that's what someone like me is for.
[He lets his hand drop, and turns back to the path ahead. For the moment, it's the best he can offer Jude...some strange version of looking out for one another, even if he feels only one of them deserves that]
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I'll look weird with just one glove.
[He explains after several moments of his hand simply hovering there, buying himself some time to respond to the rest. The fact is: he doesn't know how to answer Jude. The harder he tries, the heavier his awareness of his own unworthiness, and a part of him fears it might crush him in due time.
It isn't that he's ungrateful, but after all he's seen, and all he's done... Should so much really be given to him? He just doesn't know. His core programming ached and mourned and longed for humanity, but faced with it now, can he even live up to what he was supposed to be?
That is, the ideal and not the disappointing reality]
I think, maybe... [He hesitates, frowning. Is he in a position to say this?] You give people too much too quickly. You don't know that much about me, but even so...
[Even so, he keeps fighting tooth and nail to try and get him to look at himself the way a human would. It's nothing he ever expected or imagined]
It's kind of scary, because someone might hurt you. [And that notion is terrifying for someone like him, having lost his creators once. In reality they'd been gone so long before he ever existed, and yet the realization of that truth was devastating, as though he'd only been moments too late to save them] But I...guess that's what someone like me is for.
[He lets his hand drop, and turns back to the path ahead. For the moment, it's the best he can offer Jude...some strange version of looking out for one another, even if he feels only one of them deserves that]