As the colony slowly returned to its normal state and the crowd that fed itself through the warehouse finally trickled to a halt. Yeva merely stood exactly where Doll had left her, mulling over what her child had said as she floated in and out of a state of disassociation.

A few minutes pass like this. The warehouse feeling emptier every second as the onesie wearing drone wearily ordered her thoughts. Taking a sip of what was in her flask and letting the cold oil within it enter her systems, it tasted sweet and warm despite its age of at least a week old.

Once that was done she closed the flask and took a few steps towards the entrance, intending on finding someone and following through on a promise she had made long ago.

However, something else would catch her eye. A body laid flat on the concrete floor, surrounded by scorch marks and missing it's chest.

The burnt and blackened head making a barely audible and quite unnerving buzzing noise as the visor flashed an extremely dull blue. Was it, still alive?

With hesitant steps Yeva walked over to the corpse, freezing a few feet away from it as she realized who it was and her eyes went wide.

It was V.

Yeva stared at it, a sudden surge of crippling emotions forcing her to a kneeling position in front of the killer's blackened and broken corpse. The girl began to cry now, soft whimpers trailing from her as cherished memories resurfaced from there locked away memory banks. No one heard her, not Sarah, not Doll or anyone else.

As this goes on the head buzzes loudly as its visor blanks, a few seconds pass before colour returns to the screen. Small yellow text reluctantly showing itself in the middle of the visor and alerting Yeva of its presence.

[\\RUNNING BACKUP POWER//]
[\\SCANNING CURRENT HOST//]

The head began to make a whirring sound as circuits restored power to themselves, Yeva watching on in startled confusion. The drone shuffles a little closer, making sure to not go close enough that she ends up getting soot on herself as she tried to read what it now displayed on the visor.

[\\BODILY FUNCTIONS//]
[9%]

[\\OIL RESERVES//]
[//NULL\\]

"Нулевой.".
("Null.")
Yeva remembered the word as she whispered it, all the unfathomable power that came with it imprinted in her very core for the rest of whatever life she had left. It was vile and cruel, and she hated herself for letting it for having her. Oh so very much.

The screen greys out for a second, then resumes its usual black colour as it displays some more text. Yeva taken aback as the machine addressed her, its mouth not moving but still trying to communicate none the less.

[--I... Know you.--]
[--I Hurt you.--]

Was the head talking to her or was this just some last spasms of its circuitry, Yeva thought as she crawled over and picked the head up. Her onesie staining with soot and the oil that dripped slowly out of the metal limbs around her.

[--Do you... Remember me?--]

"...Ты? Ты... убил их обоих. Как я мог забыть.".

("...You? You... killed them, both of them. How could i forget.")
Yeva's visor began to display red tears, her grip tightening on the severed head as she remembered that night. She didn't want to remember it, how many drones had lost their lives all because she was to afraid to stop them herself.

[--Forget me... Please.--]
[--A little more pain, then i will be free--]

V's head began to power down, the last bit of legible text blurring as the visor blanked out again. the buzzing had stopped as well, the final courses of electricity reaching their hollow and empty destinations.

"Я... я не могу, Ты всегда будешь меня преследовать. Я тебя ненавижу. ... для этого.".
("I... I can't, You will always haunt me. I Hate you.... For this.")
Yeva managed to choke out between small sobs, her emotions run thin from everything that happened within the last twenty four hours.

With a bright flash of unnatural red light the drone finally broke down, alone in the warehouse as her emotional processor tried desperately to sort everything out. Shaky hands resting on the oil slick floor as fine steel flakes danced around her softly like foul snowflakes. There she stayed among the remains of her dark angel.

Eventually Yeva gets up, stealthily returning home by using the bottom layer of the colony as a sort of secret tunnel. For there is four layers to the colony all together with the ground floor hosting the major structures like school and the markets. The second and third layer's up being used for almost exclusively housing while the bottom floor beneath the ground one remained practically empty , its tight and dark halls detouring the WDF from attempting to do anything with its spaces.

Unfortunately, the closest exit from the bottom layer back to the ground floor was the scrap room. The large dark hall filled with the remains of all the worker drones that had deactivated permanently. Their spare parts placed somewhat neatly in labelled steel coffins and stacked upon the towering shelves.

Once Yeva had scurried out of this room, a pair of slightly dazed neon blue eyes opened and checked around from their place hanging from the rafters.

It was Rebecca, suspended upside down from the roof my her tail and wondering what a worker drone would be doing running around now. Hadn't J and V herded them outside, she still hadn't heard anything from J or any explosions so the disassembly drone assumed she still had free reign.

Not like she had been slacking off either, as was proven by the mangled worker drone corpse that she had taken a few bites out of and now held between her claws. 

The girl hiccupped abruptly as she took another bite of the drone and letting its oil sludge down onto the floor below her, wondering why it felt so wrong to eat them despite needing their oil to live. They made her feel sick, as if her body couldn't handle the stuff.

Rebecca thought about it as she finished her meal, blissfully unaware of her team's defeat as the girl lazily hung from the ceiling and watched the pair of steel sliding doors that were the only entry and exit to this room.

Except for the vents where Rebecca had stuffed the last few of her half eaten victims and the vent on the floor that the red eyed drone had climbed out of before. Too bad Rebecca was preoccupied trying to force a magnet off of her head, having been placed their by one of her victims. If that hadn't of happened the girl would of descended on the drone and killed her, she hated picking up V and J's scraps but orders were orders and she was the bottom of the chain.

She eventually finished her meal. the blue haired drones next action was to check out what she could find in that vent in the floor. Wondering why that red eyed drone had come up out of the vents of all places as she pulled off the vent cover crawled and into the darkness with the lethargic sound of metal weakly scraping on metal echoing around the scrap room.

While this happened, N was all the way back at the corpse spire and had in fact just finished chaining a still rope bound J to the floor by the means of a metal neck collar. Before heading outside to top himself up on some of their oil reserves.

After that is done he notices Doll's silhouette sitting at the spire's exit and facing away from him, gazing into the ruined city as the sun slowly rose.

Doll's brooding was stopped by N coming up and sitting on the snow next to her, just within the shade of the spire. Both of them cross legged on the ground as the sun slowly peaked over the horizon, it's rays being blocked by the city ruins.

"Hey, that's lucky."
N said out loud to Doll, gesturing one of his hands towards the buildings and kicking off a conversation with her.

Doll took a second to zone in on what he had just said before answering him with a question.
"What's lucky?".

"The buildings block the sun. That's really lucky for me because otherwise I would of melted." N nonchalantly replied to her, causing Doll to turn her head to face his with a surprised look.

She couldn't believe it, these things had ridiculous weaknesses yet they hadn't been defeated yet. So utilising her clearly incredible tact she exclaimed
"What do you mean you burn in the sun!?".

"I don't know why but we do!" N rebutted as the sun continues to rise and cast it's fiery feelers closer to the pair with every minute.

Doll quickly stifled a chuckle when N revealed that he didn't know why he burnt in the sun, then quickly half changing the topic
"I guess we best go inside then, get you out of the sunlight so that I can take a nap without worrying if you will spontaneously combust."

And the sun saw, in that last second before the pair got up and retreated from its flames, something that drove fear into even a celestial body. The warning unnoticed by its red lighted barer or her companion as the line of code blinked into existence for but a nanosecond.

{Abs_solve = true}