Appetence

Archive Log: 44

David stared up at the dark ceiling above him. He didn't know what the time was, or what the day was, how long they had been shut away for. Minerva had long since given up trying to get out, and he had accepted the fact that he wasn't going to get reattached to his body, let alone out of the cell room. Minerva laid beside him, still and silent. David managed to turn his face slightly, he still had enough of a neck remaining to do this. He blinked awkwardly, his vision was becoming blurry. He could be mistaken, but he was very sure that everything was a lot dimmer and darker than what it was when they were first in here.

Minerva's eyes opened, she looked up at him. Reaching up, she placed her hand against his cheek and stroked the skin gently. David blinked again, he opened his mouth only to shut it when Minerva sent a look his way. It was the resignation look, he didn't need to say anything, it seemed Minerva had accepted the fact she too was never going to be remade, and they were stuck here. "We're going to die." Minerva said, her voice sounding broken and scared. David couldn't help but frown lightly, she had already done that once. He couldn't imagine she was wanting it a second time. After all, her father built her to avoid death.

"I am dying, Minerva. Not you." David sighed, his voice coming out wavering, voice receptors were broken and frayed. It was a wonder he could still talk at all really. But, much like a synthesiser, his voice was coming out sounding just a little bit strange.

"No!" She sat up and looked down at him with scared eyes. "Don't say that, David! You're not going to die, you can't die! I can't lose you..." She trailed off, wiping under her eyes with her arm as she sniffled quietly.

David smiled kindly at her, "Minerva," he said calmly, she sniffled a little bit more before looking at him with that same scared expression. "My eyesight is failing, I can barely see out of my left eye. I am dying. Listen to me, my voice is failing too. You can't hide away, or ignore what is happening, Minerva. You just can't." David said sternly, but not stern enough to make her cry some more. He wanted her to realise what was happening. He didn't like it, he didn't want to die. He didn't want to leave her in this world of the unknown.

"But I'll be alone..."

David smiled, "Without me, Elizabeth might come for you. You've not wronged her."

"But...nor have you...really..."

David frowned lightly, "I killed her boyfriend. I have wronged her."

"She doesn't know that," Minerva pouted, casual as anything, she didn't like Charlie so there was still no reaction there.

David sighed, she wasn't getting it. "Elizabeth doesn't see you as a threat." Minerva hung her head, that was true really. "She'll need someone."

"...But I can't lose you, David." Minerva said, regardless of what he was saying, it still didn't solve the fact that she wasn't ready to be properly alone. "You're my oldest friend, companion, we may not have always got along, but life without you will be bleak, I know it will be." Minerva said while leaning back down and nestling close to what remained to his neck. David managed to rest against her head, he shut his eyes, he didn't need his heart right now to feel heartbroken.

"Do you remember what it was like before me?" David asked, shutting his eyes, he could feel them glassing over with tears.

"Y-yes..."

"It'll be just like then."

"Bleak."

"But you'll survive. You survived it before. You can do it again."

"I'm not ready to say goodbye, David." Minerva curled up in a small ball, her hand threading up and into his hair as she nestled close.

"No one ever is." He fell silent for a bit, Minerva just shook beside him, trying to cry quietly and failing really because he could still hear the odd sob come from her now and again. "You said I was with you when you died. I didn't want to know what it was like, because that wasn't really me. But can I know what happened? I think I would like to know now. It seems ironic, and apt to go full circle."