Deciding they needed a break from...everything, Uzi and N had retired to her room. Her flopped on her bed, him sitting on a small beanbag chair next to it, connected by a pair of magnetic earbuds and drowning the world out with some of their mutual favorites.
"Robo-God, I still can't believe I missed that," Uzi grumbled to herself as she watched yet another video of N turning J's insides into outsides.
This one had even gone all-in with health bars, music, an announcer and slow-mo. Definitely the most well-produced she had seen so far, but the one with pro-wrestling style commentary dubbed in was her favorite.
"If I do it again, I'll do my best to make sure you see it," N chuckled.
"Don't you mean 'when'?" Uzi muttered before slapping a hand over her mouth and hoping against hope that her lack of tact hadn't ruined the vibe.
"Probably," N admitted, his tone confirming Uzi's fears.
"Maybe...I mean, they can't ALL be bad, right? There has to be at least a couple like you. Y'know, they hate what they're doing, but they don't think there's a way out," Uzi ventured, then looked away with a huff when N gave her an incredulous stare. "I've still got my first-class ticket on the Murder Train, but I'm just saying. After seventeen years of this crap, there HAS to be someone else who's tired of it."
"I wish I had your confidence," N sighed.
"I could still use a pair of wings, so the trade offer's still open," Uzi replied with a grin.
"I dunno, I think you can fly on your own now, Silver Surfer style," N pointed out, having seen Doll do exactly that in the videos of her fighting V.
"Tch, I wish," Uzi scoffed, holding out three fingers like she had seen Doll do. A glitchy, flickering symbol appeared and a pen on her desk wiggled a bit, but otherwise nothing happened. "I have no idea what I'm doing, and the one person who can fix that is actively avoiding me."
"It's not you she's avoiding, I don't think," N said. "There are things she's afraid to tell you, but she knows she has to. I think she's struggling to work up the courage to do it."
"You sound like you've been talking to her," Uzi accused, giving her friend a rather intense side-eye.
"Not recently," N assured, "but I know enough to have a good idea of what's going on."
"Care to share?"
"I'm sorry, but that's not my secret to tell," N winced slightly at the eye-roll he received. He knew Uzi would understand, even if she wasn't happy about it, but he felt awful about not being able to help her.
"Whatever," Uzi grunted. "So, have you decided what you want to do?"
Though their casualties had been shockingly low, mostly thanks to a few key drones who'd had the foresight to grab recovery tools as soon as the alarms sounded, there were a few who had given their lives for their home. A funeral was scheduled for today, open for anyone who wished to pay their respects.
But N couldn't decide what would be more disrespectful: not showing his face for those who died executing plans HE helped make, or a Murder Drone attending a funeral for those who'd been killed by Murder Drones.
"...I'm going."
"Good. Going by myself would've been so much more awkward," Uzi remarked, causing N to do a double-take.
"Uzi-"
"I made up my mind as soon as I heard about it," the girl-bot cut him off. "I was there, N. Some of them practically died right next to me and I couldn't help them! This is literally the least I can do."
