âWouldnât I know it.â
   His head tilted back and he stared blankly into the sky with something of a smile on his face. An all too common gesture where he came from. He couldnât help it, having heard her thoughts aloud. It really was taking all he could manage to not break out into a fit of obscene, miserable laughter.
   Thankful that she was able to shift the topic in a direction that didnât beget him spilling his guts to her in public, he nodded in affirmation of her assumptions.
    âSomething like that. By the end of my career, though, I canât say I really knew what I was fighting for. Lots to think about, you know?â
   He quieted down for a moment while considering what else to say. The last thing he wanted to do was open up more than he needed to. Especially to this odd stranger who he could only assume was another Servant.
    âOh, right,â he said in a funny, timid tone, like he had initially forgotten about it. âYou said, âas well,â right? Meaning, you must have had a rough time of it, too.â
   His expression went from amused, to distantly concerned, and straight back to bitter amusement, all while keeping an eye on her. It was hard not to, with that outfit of hers.
    âI get how you feel. Itâs not every day you realize your lifeâs been a sham. Which is why Iâm so hesitant to jump straight into this. Donât wanna make the same mistakes I did as a kid.â
It was strange, to already have something in common with a human, something that they actually might agree on. From all of her hypotheses and research, stories from 9S and archives she had read, humans seemed to be much more frivolous than they let on. After all, if they could fight themselves, why would they have made YoRHa in the first place? Fear? Perhaps they just werenât strong enough. Maybe they just didnât have enough time. Either way, they were here now, and it seemed that some of them lived the same soldier lifestyle that 2B did. But the fact that he didnât know what she was... Were humans never aware of YoRHa?
âOf course. I was created to be a soldier.â She looked back at him with what would be confusion, if her eyes were visible. Instead, the only sign of change in expression was the slight wrinkling of her nose. âI am a Battle type. 2B. Could you not tell?â
She was beginning to think that this person was never from Earth to begin with. Just what kind of place did he live before coming to Utopia-- or perhaps he had always lived here? There was too much to process, even for 2B. Perhaps her Pod knew more, but the machine stayed silent for the time being, simply hovering beside 2B. In reply to the others words, she could only give a curt hum. A sham? He didnât know what he was fighting for? It bordered both sad and pathetic. How could a soldier not know what they were fighting for?
âIf you didnât know what to fight for...â She paused, deciding if she should actually ask. It was almost too personal. It nagged at her. âWhat purpose did you find afterward?â