It was just a normal day strolling through penacony as an outlaw, being careful and staying low. Yet walks with confidence.

Having his usual expression on his face, until someone bumped into him, someone small, he made a sound of annoyance as he turned his head around to the small person.

"Hey! Watch where ya' goin-" He cut his sentence off as he saw your face, a surge of emotion filled his being, something unsual for the cyborg. His eyes were slightly wide, your face reminded him of the face of that tiny figure.

Your small round face and sharp chin reminded him so much of his beloved little one, back when he had her when he was still human. She had only learned to walk a while ago before she was brutally taken from him, without even a body for him to mourn or bury. Yet he never forgot her face.

His mind filled with throughts and memories, he remembered how the cannons raiden down from the heavens, he remember how the farm was only in ashes aswell with his parents and all his friends, and most of all, that tiny figure that he painfully hoped was alive, only to be left with nothing.