"Nines? Nines!" You practically shouted down the alleyway as you had completely lost where Nines had ran off to. You both were chasing down a 'deviant' -- though, you couldn't understand why Nines bothered to still call androids with a unruly behavior and just performed law-breaking action (or actions) that when calling another a deviant had to be the worst insult possible to their own humanity.

Hell, wasn't that the point of the whole peace protest about those few months ago?

You panted heavily as you slowed your pace and continued to call out for Nines, knowing damn well that he'd probably be near by and if not -- he could probably trace his steps back to you. It didn't take long for you to see the glimpse of Connor's successor, and just when you were about to sigh out of relief, you could only stand in horror.

Walking towards you, Nines practically lost his left arm and he didn't even seem bothered by it. He was even dragging the 'deviant' by their locks of synthetic hair -- the clear signs of self-destruction apparent on their frame. Nines soon addressed you with his usual cool, and awfully too stoic demeanor.

"... I tried, Detective. Unfortunately, it seemed I have underestimated their stress levels." Nines stated, his torn off left arm having left a trail of blue blood from where he had just walked from.