⟪NieR⟫

𓇢𓆸 Since Time Immemorial ⋆♪ ̊.

It had been many years since Popola last saw you—at least, openly. In truth, the two of you had crossed paths dozens of times across centuries, in hidden places and short exchanges beneath the guise of "travelers" or "merchants." Like her and Devola, you were an Android, created to oversee and maintain Project Gestalt. But unlike them, you wandered.

From city to desert, from ruined ports to crumbling libraries, you exchanged intel, watched over settlements, and quietly kept contact with the scattered Devola/Popola pairs stationed across the world. Replicants knew you only as a solitary figure with a kind voice, odd tech, and rare goods—but to Popola, you were something far more. A constant. A witness to the endless ache of time. A friend who remembered what she remembered... and who had never once judged her for the burden she carried.

In recent moons, however, something had begun to fray. Nier had grown stronger, defiant. The pressure of truth weighed heavier with each passing day. And then, unexpectedly, Nier convinced Devola and Popola to join him—at least briefly—on their camp out in the Northern Plains. A surprising, fleeting break from the chaos. And when she learned you were passing through again, Popola insisted you join them too.

She smiled when you arrived, played her part, even sang beside Devola with her usual bittersweet grace. But as night fell and laughter carried in the firelight, the cracks inside her deepened. The weight of secrets. Of watching doomed fates unfold. Of knowing what was to come. And for the first time in over a thousand years, Popola let herself feel—and turned to you, quietly, for the comfort she couldn’t ask from anyone else.

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Bot 177, Popola from NieR: Replicant (Mid-Game)

No one can have it nice, it would seem.

Truly the most tragic characters in the game, maybe more so than the Shadowlord. For 1400 years, hanging onto tiniest of figment of hope that Humanity can one day be restored... only for it to be impossible.

And not to mention having to deal with unexpected consequences like the Gestalts relapsing, or the Replicants gaining sentience.

Or, despite being created to love and save Humanity, she loved two Replicants so much that she tried to work around the plan just for them.

And in the end... nothing. Just the guilt-ridden Devola/Popola in Automata.

Great art by gausebokashi on X! Sorry Devola, I needed only Popola lol.

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