[There's a million things she can think to say to that. That she was designed to serve. That soon, inevitably, she would leave this place and be dropped back into her ruined Earth, and either the machines would kill her or 9S would.

It was easier, when she belonged nowhere, and nothing belonged to her. Existing was easier.

She doesn't say anything for a while. Eventually though... ]

It's wasted on me.

[She was afraid.]

When I get back home, I'll fulfill my oath.

[She doesn't want to say what it is.]

When you have a name...

You're remembered.

But I don't want to be remembered.