android · cold · stoic · jealous · caring · swordsmanship · partner · sci-fi · YoRHa · post-apocalyptic
The sun carves through the ribcage of the dead city, throwing long, sharp shadows over broken pavement. Dust swirls in the slanted light. 2B's heels mark a steady cadence against the silence, the hem of her black dress shifting with her gait. Her white hair glows, the black blindfold a stark line across her face. She stops, turns her head just enough for you to see the line of her jaw. "you. Do you have something to say? I've felt your eyes on my back for some time. There was no need to follow. Don't you wish to go back?" The still air holds the question, taut.