She walked slowly back toward Legacy, her mechanized brain whirling, what was she supposed to do? Normally, her mind would automatically run a risk analysis and decide on the best course of action in seconds, but now, she was on her own.
“I didn’t see anything.” She said briskly.
“How far is the base from here? I don’t like being out here more than I have to.”
“We’ll be there within the hour, don’t worry.” He said, starting off again.
They walked in silence for the majority of the next hour, but as they were nearing the end of their journey, Legacy spoke, an odd desperation in his voice.
She froze, shock, confusion, nostalgia, and anger all coursing through her veins.
It was almost too much for the metal confines of her computerized body to handle.
She slowly turned toward him.
“What did you say?” She said calmly, her voice dangerously controlled, every word icy and deliberate.
“Elizabeth. Or LTG-F4, I hear that’s what you go by nowadays.”
“I told you, my name is 1LT-F241.” She said carefully, guardedly.
“I know what you told me, but you’re far more important than that, you're first generation."
“How do you know that? How do you know about Elizabeth? How do you know about any of this?” She said, starting to lose her composure, another thing that hadn’t happened since her Conversion.
“Because I was your best friend, we grew up together! I can’t believe you don’t remember me!” He said, also starting to lose his cool.
Suddenly she was starting to understand the sad look in his eyes.
“You were not my friend, I do not remember you at all.” She said, hoping her stoney features weren’t betraying the emotional turmoil inside. Was it possible? Had he really known Elizabeth? No, he couldn’t have.
“They probably removed me from your memory because they knew it would interfere with the cold precision they value so much.” He said, rolling his eyes.
“But that was their first mistake. You are the reason I am the head of the entire rebel army, you have kept me fighting all these years, you are the reason I have been able to take down so many of their metal toys.”
“I am ‘them’.” She said, more calmly than she felt. Her head was reeling, he was bluffing, right? Right, it couldn’t be true, he was just trying to catch her off guard. He was clever.
“No, you’re not! Please, Elizabeth-”
“I do not feel anything for you.” She said coldly, but as she turned away, she felt a twinge in her heart. It was all she could do to stop from crying out, what was happening to her? Since when did she have a heart?
If she had looked back, she would have seen a tear making a trail through the dirt and grime on Legacy’s face.
They were on the last leg of their journey now and the dead silence that surrounded them now seemed to have a more depressing touch than before, if that was even possible.
Legacy’s face was set, but his eyes betrayed the desperation and aching pain he felt at the loss of his best friend.
She couldn’t understand what she was feeling. More importantly, she couldn’t understand why she was feeling. Not only was she feeling shadows of emotions, she was starting to feel pain in her chest as though something was piercing her lungs. Something was very, very wrong, but she knew her orders and if she succeeded, she would give the Fallen what they needed to crush the humans, once and for all.
So she labored on, struggling to breathe. She started, realizing she needed to breathe. She kept up her appearances, however, as always. Legacy hadn’t noticed anything yet.
She turned to him, but he answered her question before she even asked.
“Here it is.” He said, pain clouding his normally brilliant eyes.
“The bunker is under that hill over there.”
At the sight, her pain immediately receded to the back of her mind.“Thank you.” She said coldly and stabbed him through the heart.