...!
-crouches, and lays a tool-belt-kit on the floor-
-selects a few of the more finer tools, starts work on the servos and joints, removing blockages if any, sealing leakages if any, as well as correcting misalignment and the like-
-once done, goes over the joints and servos once more, before starting work on the chassis-
-looks around, see if the part that caved in can be removed, or failing that, the part connected to the caved in chassis-
-surprisingly clean and efficient despite being able to use only one arm-
всегда верен{. . . . . .}
(Silent once more. It's clear that this is out of terror rather than defiance.)
(Servos: FIXED)
(Chassis: Hm. The part that's connected to it is pretty important. Might want to just remove that bit of the chassis, which is a medium-sized panel near her "head".)
…
...Did you...? Does the meaning evade you? To explain the pun would be to kill it, but if I must...
(is this fatass for real)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(Boop, removed. That will leave a portion of her innards exposed, but at least it's not poking in anymore.)
{. . . . .}
(Would like very much to say that she will wake up, but doesn't really believe that at this juncture and is just slipping into horrified despair.)
...Hm. Troubling, I thought it was. Have you heard it before?
(Just carries on in that same bored, vaguely drowsy monotone.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

-And then she returns to a full state of existence-
Lost souls are like that, you know?
They are heavy. You let your soul go, and it sinks. The life of a man is a chain of Voids, and the lifetime of each Void is short. Color runs out, the soul leaves, and everything falls into slumber.
That slumber is known as death.