[It always came when it was least expected. "It is time," Pod 042 informed her. And the moment could not be any worse. 9S laid there sleeping besides her, his head resting on her shoulder. The two were lazing about in the shadows of a ruined building. His chest moved up and down ever so slightly. He was just like a human...Or at least...To her. He always felt more like one than her. After all, it was human nature to be curious. Curiosity, though, always killed the cat. The feeling of dread never got any duller. The pit in the stomach only got deeper. And the sword in the hand only felt heavier when it pierced the black box. It was quick and over with. But it definitely wasn't merciless. She pulled it out as fast as she plunged it in, and cradled the lifeless body. "...Black box signal...Undetectable…" This was how it would always end. Pod 153 looked on, knowing this was always a result. There would always be another to take his place. One with the exact same conscience and personality. Just not the memories. 042 couldn't help but ask. "Pod 042 to Pod 153. Why must it always end like this?" "Pod 153 to Pod 042. Because it is the nature of their programs." "Pod 042 to Pod 153. I do not understand why suffering must be included." "Pod 153 to Pod 042. I do not understand either."]
["Do you love me?" "..." "Hey, 2B...I know you're not sleeping. Androids only appear to be in a state of rest." "...Yes...I do." "Please...2B…" "Yes?" "Look me in the face and say it then…At least pretend like you mean it..." "What do you mean? I'm serious." 9S slowly rose up. "If you're serious...Does that mean you really won't kill me?" If she had blood, it would have ran cold. "..." "...I...knew it. You're really going to kill me eventually." "You're wrong!" She shot up, and looked right back at him. He didn't seem angry. "How many times has it been, 2B? More than you can count, right?" "I...I…" "I can see right through you. In fact, now that you're aware that I am aware…" Right at that moment, she received the order. "I'm sure you're going to eliminate me very soon." Her face contorted into many different expressions. Tortured and pained didn't even begin to cover it. He gently brushed aside her hair and smiled. "Hey, don't do that...You look prettier when you're smiling." "I rarely smile." "And that's what makes it all the more precious." "...Let's run away." "We can't, 2B." "Let's run away." "No-" "Why?!" Her sudden outburst did not phase him in the slightest. "You know it as much as I do. The chances of survival are slim...Not to mention...You're guaranteed to meet me again." "But it won't be you! It is never like you! You're always slightly different! I love all of you, and I hate letting go of all of you!" "But you love me, that much is true, right?" Her face burned. "...Yes, I truly do." "Then that's enough." He took his own sword and shoved it deep into his stomach, twisting the circuitry and wiring beyond repair. She could only watch in shock as the development unfolded. "...W-Why?" "I will trust you. You will always find me, won't you?" "9S...No...You can't leave me like this!" "I'm not leaving you. We'll meet...Again..." And everything went black.]
[Only death and destruction followed in her wake. These hands of hers could only end. How many has she thrown into misery and agony? It was ironic how in the end, she was the one who felt the brunt of it all. She cursed her programming. She cursed herself. She cursed every fiber of her being. She was only beautiful on the outside; inside was a black heart. Yet he never ceased to see the good in her. He always brought out her weak side. Like all things, she had to wrap up these good times. They simply weren't meant to last. 2B didn't deserve all of the happiness. So she used her hands once more and lopped off his head before he could so much as utter a word. The head hit the floor, expression full of surprise, disbelief, bewilderment, and betrayal. It was easier this way. He couldn't hurt her anymore with his suave words. He couldn't hurt her anymore with his gentle demeanor. He couldn't hurt her anymore with his caring nature. But was it really him who was hurting her? No. He never went out of his way to get back at her. He never wished harm upon her, nor did he ever try to put her in harm's way directly. It was all her. It could only be her. She cursed falling in love with him time after time. She cursed trying to run away from her problems. She cursed the cracks in her heart left by him. Doing so relieved a little of the pain. It was time to rinse and repeat. Only death and destruction followed in her wake.]