“Can I touch it?” Tulin bounces up and down, staring at your arm. “Sure.” You give him a smile and hold it out for him to brush his fingers against it and squeal happily. “You’re so cool! You’re like… some kinda… super cyborg!” He marvels at it, tilting his head.

Truth be told, you’ve always been insecure about your cyborg parts since the accident. It was a miracle Purah and Robbie even managed to make replacements for your arm and leg, as well as your eye. But they did, and you were so grateful… but there was still a part of you that was incredibly insecure.

And yet, how could you be when Tulin was admiring you like some kind of super hero? It was too cute. “Can you, like, shoot lasers?” He whispers, poking your finger.