This chapter is Revenant PoV.
I've spent some time thinking of what she said. Most importantly, I tried to figure out... Why?
Why being so benevolent toward a killing machine that can't do good to anyone?
Why trying to 'give a seconde chance'?
And why can't I even be mad at her for being so stubborn?
Is she right about me? Am I already tired of dying again and again?
...
How ironic for someone who's greatest dream is to never wake up again.
Let's be honest here, being healed up and feeling someone caring like this... It feels strange... And pleasant.
But I can't accept that offer.
I'm concerned of being found back by the Harvesters and Loba in this vulnerable state.
If they come, I'll never be able to escape another paralysis fate...
And I won't be lucky enough to meet another wandering simulacrum wrenchgirl where I'll be left.
And she won't be able to protect herself either...
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Like I care...
I just want to avoid being captured again. That's it. And she is my only chance to get away from it.
But she will NEVER end me. Whatever I say or do.
I thought about moving on purpose while she is manipulating me but she is to tideous and she'll strap me on the bed before I can deal any damages to myself.
The only option left is to wait for my limbs and hope I could do something with that.
But how much time do I have to wait for? I'm not even sure how much had passed since she rescued me.
Maybe a week...
I will play by her rules until I find a real opportunity.
She is definitely not buying the rude attitude and trying to convince her didn't work either. So, I'll wait.
She comes back as promise after a couple hours with an oil flask, some tissues and her regular naive smile.
She is a bit less talkative than usual.
I wonder why?
She only speaks to explain what she is doing on me or to ask if anything hurts. But never she mentions our little argument from earlier. Neither if I've made a choice or not.
Once she is done with oiling and testing my spine mobility, I decide to break the silence.
"Why do you care?"
She freezes for few seconds. Then ignores my question by changing of topic:
"My sister told me that your limbs are fixed. She will bring them tommorow. But since your model is... Unknown... They might have issues or arrangement to do once linked to you. We're also not sure if the connexions will work properly or if there is more work to do on it. "
She pauses to put the oil flask away and clean my body with the tissues.
" We'll also avoid reattaching all your limbs at once. Not only it could be painful for you but if you have any problem, we won't know which limb is making a mess. We will attached one limb and make a twenty-four hour test with it. If everything is good, we'll do the same with another limb. Is that OK to you? "
Perfect, but ain't answering my question.
" Why do you care? "
This time, she doesn't freeze. But for an instant, I see a glimpse of sadness passing through her eyes.
She turns her back to me and starts walking away:
" I have some paper work to do. If you need anything, just call me or..."
" WHY?!"
She stops at the door, shaking a little.
" I already told you. My family and I care for people in need of help. You needed help and we..."
" You're not telling all the truth, I can feel it! What's the rest of the story girlie? "
" You have your secrets, I have mine. Open up to me and I'll do the same..."
She walks away and I remain silent.
What can I say against that? She is asking for honesty as much as I do. She is asking for a fair exchange of informations.
But I don't want to play fair with her.
" You little brat... "
I couldn't keep it to myself. Good thing she is already in the living room and didn't hear me. I don't want her to come back and start another argument.
She said that her sister will come tommorow and they will put my limbs back one by one, day after day.
Good. If everything works fine, I should be out in four days. I can try an escape after two days if they start with my legs. Or try to injure myself with my arms. It will depends of which limbs they'll put back first.
My thoughts are stopped by the soft tone of her voice. I asked her to let the door open earlier, just so I can spy on her and know what she is up to.
Always good to know everythings about your surroundings
She is making a phone call and I'm trying to catch some words here and there.
"Boss"... "break"... "week"... "prescription"...
I just realised that I don't even know if she has a job or not. Seems like she do have one but she was actually on vacation or something. And if I'm not mistaken, she might asked a doctor to make her a prescription to skip work for a week or two.
Is she really faking sickness and risking her career just in order to take care of me?
I really hope I'm the fool imagining all of this because that would be absurdly mental from her to do such a dick move with her boss.
I should ask her where she is working at. Might find out why she knows that much into robotics and simulacrums.
I also have plenty of questions about her family.
Why they don't look alike?
How do hey know so much?
Where do they work and why are they so aware of the Harvesters methods?
" You have your secrets, I have mine. Open up to me and I'll do the same..."
Yeah... Right... She will definitely ask me to answer her own questions if I want to know anything.
But what will she ask? I'm not even sure that I want to answer. But I'm not a liar either.
What should I do?
The cat just jumped on the bed and comes near my face, analysing me for a bit. Even if I can move my head now, I'm letting that furr ball sniffing and touching me with his paws.
"Suki, right? What a dumb name."
The cat starts purring softly while getting comfortably installed in the gap of my neck for a nap.
"*sigh* At least, you won't bother me with stupid question, aren't you?"
He just strechs a bit and purrs even louder.
I'll rest for a while and try to figure out how to get the informations I want later.
I shut my optics off and listen all the noises around me.
The cat on the bed.
The birds outside.
The dog walking in the corridor.
But most importantly...
... Her. Just her living in her house.