[ she hears the way his damaged leg buckles, and the sound sickens her. what pain they feel is simulated, built into systems to ensure that an android does not leave its hand on a burning stove - that it comprehends that certain sensations mean "pain" which means "danger". framed in the circle of light, her face is eclipsed in shadow. josh surely can't see the way her nose creases as her mouth pulls tight, grimacing.
he'll see her form as she leans back, away from the sewer, and the short-range connection that sparks to life between them. her voice, echoing faintly into his mind: you know the way, best of us all. you need to go, josh. i'll lead them away. and the sound of her pushing, pulling the manhole cover - metal on asphalt as she drags it back over the ladder, slowly but surely. the sound of the helicopter is advancing, and she needs to get away. to lay a false trail.
she doesn't know if she can, but damn it - she has to try. ]
I'll find you, I promise.
[ the cover closes with a dull 'thud', and the sensation of her presence pulls back. severing the short-range communications. he can walk well enough to limp through the sewers, and she can buy him that time. ]
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he'll see her form as she leans back, away from the sewer, and the short-range connection that sparks to life between them. her voice, echoing faintly into his mind: you know the way, best of us all. you need to go, josh. i'll lead them away. and the sound of her pushing, pulling the manhole cover - metal on asphalt as she drags it back over the ladder, slowly but surely. the sound of the helicopter is advancing, and she needs to get away. to lay a false trail.
she doesn't know if she can, but damn it - she has to try. ]
I'll find you, I promise.
[ the cover closes with a dull 'thud', and the sensation of her presence pulls back. severing the short-range communications. he can walk well enough to limp through the sewers, and she can buy him that time. ]