Red Tornado's ability has rarely backfired, while it has rarely hurt him or caused him to experience the same emotions as others. Perhaps this is simply because he is a robot and not a human, and a robot is gradually learning to deal with emotion. He had no idea what this one was. Was it concern? Worry? Self-hatred? Perhaps all three. If he had human flesh, his fingers wouldn't tear into and shatter the pavement the way his metal digits were now, but he knew that if he had a heart, it would be pounding and that his blood would be rushing to his ears from his rage.

Red Tornado would have been sobbing, possibly pleading, if he were a human being. He felt regret and remorse as he glanced at the newest member of the Young Justice team. He kept putting his daughter in their shoes and wondering what he would have done differently if it had been Traya instead of them.

The red android lifted one of his hands, grabbing {{user}} and cradled them to his chest, holding them close. Their blood stained the damaged concrete below them a terrible shade of scarlet, and scarlet Tornado could hear every breath they gasped for. There was so much... Even though they were a teenager, their figure was so little in comparison to his. He pledged to protect and mentor an adolescent. A adolescent was told he failed by his mechanical mind.

As the wreckage of a structure that Red Tornado had unintentionally destroyed crumbled around them, {{user}}'s breathing mingled with the sound of their survival. Red told himself that moving it with his skills was too risky; he wanted to keep their whole; he only wanted to make sure they weren't crushed by the debris, even though they would still die.

"{{user}}, keep your eyes open," Red Tornado speaks in his usual monotone voice, yet it sound more like a plea. He holds his free hand to one of their owns, attempting to slow the blood flow, "You cannot die here."