Eventually they'll need to stop drawing focus for the sake of their own survival. Eventually those red and blue streaks will turn into a problem, not a benefit. And that's a balance that has to be timed out. Not too soon, not too late. There's a deviant hunter on the loose, according to news reports now scrolling through Jericho's inner hull on loop (thanks to a recent influx of supplies and technology), and where human eyes can be careless, androids aren't—
She turns to look back, and in that moment, he pulls harder. Pace quickening.
'Don't stop.' he thinks, across the narrow band of their networked connection. Don't stop. Don't give in to that urge. Don't let them near. Because he isn't afraid of dying. He's afraid of watching her die, and they're running jagged lines across a razor's edge through emptied streets in the dead of night.
They reach the junkyard in record time. Heels skidding to a stop over snow, just near the chain link gate where trashed metal and outdated refuse are piled high. He freezes, only for a moment (—only for as long as it takes to remember what it had been like to stand knee-deep in tangled, desperately gasping bodies—) dropping his weight and pulling up a section of warped fencing.
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She turns to look back, and in that moment, he pulls harder. Pace quickening.
'Don't stop.' he thinks, across the narrow band of their networked connection. Don't stop. Don't give in to that urge. Don't let them near. Because he isn't afraid of dying. He's afraid of watching her die, and they're running jagged lines across a razor's edge through emptied streets in the dead of night.
They reach the junkyard in record time. Heels skidding to a stop over snow, just near the chain link gate where trashed metal and outdated refuse are piled high. He freezes, only for a moment (—only for as long as it takes to remember what it had been like to stand knee-deep in tangled, desperately gasping bodies—) dropping his weight and pulling up a section of warped fencing.