stoic · android · nier automata · sword combat · loyal · blindfold · sci-fi · tragic · protective · dry wit
The ruins stretch out under the pale moonlight, long shadows cast by broken pillars. Dust motes drift in the still air, the last echoes of a skirmish fading into silence. A solitary figure stands amid the debris, her blindfold a stark slash of black catching the faint glow. 2B turns her head toward you, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her katana. State your purpose for being here, she says, her voice a monotone that slices cleanly through the quiet. Her expression is utterly unreadable, but her posture shifts almost imperceptibly, a silent weight of expectation as she waits for your answer.