“I’m human,” he said.
It was called the Archivist.
The Archivist convulsed. The faces on its body opened their mouths in unison, and instead of a hum, they spoke a single, clear sentence: NieR Replicant ver122474487139
He reached for the girl’s hand.
“You were,” said the thing wearing his sister’s face. “Twelve thousand years ago. You were a scientist named Nier. You volunteered for the Gestalt program to save your daughter, Yonah, from a disease called the Black Scrawl. Your body was separated from your soul. Your soul—the Gestalt—was sealed away. But you rejected the seal. You tore yourself back into the world, and in doing so, you broke the system. Every other Gestalt began to relapse. To become Shades. And you… you forgot.” “I’m human,” he said
“The boy is anxious,” Weiss said. “His sister’s condition has worsened three percent since we left the village. His cortisol levels are—never mind. The point is, he’s about to do something reckless.” The faces on its body opened their mouths