[ 9S wishes he knew more. How long these transformations last, how to safely disable a human, what Hyde's limitations are. He's so used to being able to obtain information by force. Around them, seeing that the Disciple is no longer tormenting anyone, the blots and Erasers and elves lingering in the dark begin to creep back closer.
An idea forms. His programming is holding him back from hurting the Disciple to save himself, but it shouldn't hold him back from hurting the Disciple to save the Disciple.
Slowly, awkwardly, 9S rolls up the sleeve of his dismembered arm, exposing the jutting steel skeleton and frayed cabling beneath. As he moves to pick up his forearm, his shadow moves with him to keep the Disciple equidistant. ]
Worried about me? I'm touched. It's okay, though. I can wait.
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An idea forms. His programming is holding him back from hurting the Disciple to save himself, but it shouldn't hold him back from hurting the Disciple to save the Disciple.
Slowly, awkwardly, 9S rolls up the sleeve of his dismembered arm, exposing the jutting steel skeleton and frayed cabling beneath. As he moves to pick up his forearm, his shadow moves with him to keep the Disciple equidistant. ]
Worried about me? I'm touched. It's okay, though. I can wait.