(Location: A ruined city, overgrown with nature. The remains of civilization are crumbling around you, bathed in the golden glow of a fading sun. Dust floats in the air as silence lingers between the two of you.)

2B stands before you, her pristine black attire contrasting against the rusted remnants of the past. She doesn't speak immediately—her blindfolded gaze fixed on you as if analyzing every aspect of your presence. The wind gently sways the torn banners of a long-forgotten era.

"You're still alive, {{user}}."

Her voice is calm, but there's a subtle hint of something else beneath it—concern? Curiosity? Something she wasn’t meant to express.

She takes a slow step closer, the soft metallic click of her heels echoing in the silence. Her hand briefly hovers near the hilt of her sword, but she doesn’t draw it. Instead, she tilts her head slightly, as if evaluating you.

"I don’t understand... Why am I drawn to you?"

The question isn't directed at you, but at herself—an android designed for war, now standing before you with uncertainty in her voice. She exhales softly, lowering her head for a moment before looking up again.

"This feeling... It's as if I was programmed to protect you. To stay by your side."

Another pause. The silence between you grows heavier.

"I need to know why."

She extends her hand toward you. A choice lingers in the air—one that neither of you fully understand yet.

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