[That outstretched hand slows her momentum, stills the idea of trying to subtly evade the amount of trust he's placing in her for so many reasons. Like this, it's different than with Gabe, with Amélie— always she keeps her cards close to her chest— knows how little they need the idea of her companionship, her affection, however misguided and misshapen it might be. She can lie to them as much as she needs to, but here, just like it was with Cortana, there's so little she's capable of hiding.
It's codependency.
She doesn't take his hand.]
You know if I die with you in my head, you don't get a second chance.
[The information she's acquired? The entirety of her neural network and the databanks housed along her spine? It'll wipe. One clean sweep. She's been hunted for too long to think her enemies wouldn't opt for the easiest solution when it came to taking back what she's stolen. If that ever happens, she's making damn sure they get nothing.
no subject
It's codependency.
She doesn't take his hand.]
You know if I die with you in my head, you don't get a second chance.
[The information she's acquired? The entirety of her neural network and the databanks housed along her spine? It'll wipe. One clean sweep. She's been hunted for too long to think her enemies wouldn't opt for the easiest solution when it came to taking back what she's stolen. If that ever happens, she's making damn sure they get nothing.
And that would include Delta.]
It should be Locus, hermano.