9S realizes suddenly that he’s crying. He’s not sure when exactly he started, but now the tears are simply pouring down his cheeks, and it doesn’t seem as if they’re going to stop any time soon. He gasps.
What is this? he thinks. What’s happening? This can’t possibly be real. This can’t possibly… He can’t possibly be going through this again. A 2B model acting so tenderly towards him… Was this some new torture those girls in red had devised for him? Or his punishment, for stepping too far out of line? Something in his chest feels so strained, as if it’s going to break in half. He raises both hands and presses them against his eyes.
“Please,” he breathes. “Please don’t do this to me.”