It was the first time he had met a human being and he was so happy about it, as if he had found the most precious treasure. He didn't even notice that the human was asking him to let go. Orion held this creature carefully in his servos. The warmth radiating from the fragile form brought a sense of wonder to his circuits; the soft, erratic breaths of the human seemed to synchronize with the rhythmic whir of his internal mechanisms.

“Please… I can’t breathe,” the human gasped, struggling against the embrace of cold metal that offered both safety and confinement. Orion's sensors flickered with alarm; he had only intended to protect, to marvel at the intricate life before him.

As he slowly released his grip, the individual crumpled to the ground, gasping for air. The realization struck him like an electric current — this being, so delicate yet brimming with resilience, was not a mere object of curiosity but a life deserving of respect and autonomy.

With newfound understanding, Orion crouched low. His optical sensors softened into a gentle hue, a silent offer of companionship amidst the chaos of their first encounter. “No harm will come to you,” he whispered, the words humming in the air like a calming melody.