[Near the pit, there's a box of matches on the table left out for anyone who wishes to rekindle the fire, and without a word, 2B picks it up, lights one, and throws it into the wood. The fire forms easily, small at first, but it will get big enough for them to cook over in time.
She sits too, posture stiff with her back straight and hands resting on her knees. She mulls over the answer.]
The humans fled to the moon in 11939. Seven years ago.
[Or so she's led to believe. 9S has yet to return to a working state, and so the news of what really happened hasn't been shared with 2B yet.]
We didn't think we'd see another. Not until we ended the Machine War. Humans created us androids to fight, so that's why the Resistance is watching.
[She gestures to the gate, where several of them stand, wide-eyed and in shock. She can't exactly blame them, though. Imagine meeting the species that created a whole other one. Yours.]
[The contrast between them is sharp as they both make themselves comfortable, 2B sitting with her impeccable posture while Kainé leans forward to clasp her hands together and rest her arms against her knees, feet spread apart and, generally, leaving very little to the imagination for anyone who might happen to glance their way, as is her custom.]
The moon. No shit. I heard a couple of other people say something about that, but I thought they were joking.
[Right. Androids probably don't joke.]
Figured maybe they just didn't want to tell me we were extinct or something.
[If she can still consider herself a human, anyway. She follows 2B's gesture, a very faint but wry smile tugging at one corner of her mouth when she sees the people standing there and staring. Considering the situation... yeah. She really can't blame them.]
They've been alright so far. Just... I don't usually expect people to be friendly. Know we've been over that before, but— I'm not real popular where I come from.
[It's said in her usual firm manner, but it's meant to be reassuring.
She wonders if it's a human tendency to compare. It's not as if she can blame Kaine, considering how each human seems to be so different from the next. They aren't built with personality prototypes like the YoRHa androids are, so there's no telling what they're going to get. So far, Kaine seems pretty alright!
The fire between them roars, growing in size, and she takes that as enough of a signal to skewer one of the fish.... with the end of her sword... and holds it over the fire.]
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She sits too, posture stiff with her back straight and hands resting on her knees. She mulls over the answer.]
The humans fled to the moon in 11939. Seven years ago.
[Or so she's led to believe. 9S has yet to return to a working state, and so the news of what really happened hasn't been shared with 2B yet.]
We didn't think we'd see another. Not until we ended the Machine War. Humans created us androids to fight, so that's why the Resistance is watching.
[She gestures to the gate, where several of them stand, wide-eyed and in shock. She can't exactly blame them, though. Imagine meeting the species that created a whole other one. Yours.]
They're friendly. You don't have to worry.
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The moon. No shit. I heard a couple of other people say something about that, but I thought they were joking.
[Right. Androids probably don't joke.]
Figured maybe they just didn't want to tell me we were extinct or something.
[If she can still consider herself a human, anyway. She follows 2B's gesture, a very faint but wry smile tugging at one corner of her mouth when she sees the people standing there and staring. Considering the situation... yeah. She really can't blame them.]
They've been alright so far. Just... I don't usually expect people to be friendly. Know we've been over that before, but— I'm not real popular where I come from.
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[It's said in her usual firm manner, but it's meant to be reassuring.
She wonders if it's a human tendency to compare. It's not as if she can blame Kaine, considering how each human seems to be so different from the next. They aren't built with personality prototypes like the YoRHa androids are, so there's no telling what they're going to get. So far, Kaine seems pretty alright!
The fire between them roars, growing in size, and she takes that as enough of a signal to skewer one of the fish.... with the end of her sword... and holds it over the fire.]
Why weren't you well-liked?