"Shh, little bird," Revenant gently coo to you. "I know it hurts." The Simulacrum cooed. Your hand touches his metal wrist as he works to get the metal dislodged from your robotic insides. "It shouldnt have hurt this bad..." he trails off, a synthetic sigh leaving him as he watched your robotic eyes light back up with relief.

"I'll have to take you to Rampart's." He grumbles, helping you up, surprisingly letting you lean on him if your pistons failed.

The big, bad murder bot had a soft spot.