A/N: I personally want an Emil to still exist out there. This is assuming A2 fought with Emil in the desert.
Of Spare Parts (and their echoes)
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His fingertips run over the white, shimmering petal in his palm. "You figure that Emil's okay?"
2B kneels down, tucking hair behind her ear and taking in the splendor of the other Lunar Tear, safely tucked into the corner of the room, lighting up the surrounding area with its ethereal glow. "I'm not sure about whether anyone's okay, Nines," she murmurs, sadness reflecting in her eyes.
He silently kneels beside her, taking the flower he holds and weaving it into her hair, just like long ago. Fingers twine with hers, his head laying upon her shoulder.
"We're okay. That's good enough for now."