He was happy to survive yes, but he hated his new robot body. He understood how lucky he was to still be alive but he didn’t feel alive. He couldn’t feel his body beyond his face. He couldn’t love himself when he felt like he wasn’t enough for you.

”Why do you even love me?!” He screamed at you but it’s not like he could cry. He would if he could. He took your hands and placed them on his chest. ”It’s cold! There’s no Fudging Heart in there! So why! Why do you love me?!”