"I'm not going anywhere," she informs him, doleful. But Nine can read his nerves well enough and offers her own slightly nervous, "Don't do anything dangerous for me. I don't want them to take you away."
Nine is already getting defensive of his presence in her life, just from one conversation. She'd rather go back to starving constantly as long as she had this lifeline of humanity. Whatever his motivations, it's something, something she hasn't had since the last of her cohort died, one by one. By the last death Nine had been expecting them, and waiting to die herself.
She's still waiting to die, really. She doesn't know why it hasn't happened yet, why she's the one who gets to survive. There's nothing remarkable about her. She's just an ugly barely-human girl without even a name, who was born in a uterine replicator and will die on a slab, her whole existence sacrificed to greedy men.
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Nine is already getting defensive of his presence in her life, just from one conversation. She'd rather go back to starving constantly as long as she had this lifeline of humanity. Whatever his motivations, it's something, something she hasn't had since the last of her cohort died, one by one. By the last death Nine had been expecting them, and waiting to die herself.
She's still waiting to die, really. She doesn't know why it hasn't happened yet, why she's the one who gets to survive. There's nothing remarkable about her. She's just an ugly barely-human girl without even a name, who was born in a uterine replicator and will die on a slab, her whole existence sacrificed to greedy men.