he was limping through the barren wasteland after that horrible war with those idiotic humans,his beautiful green and pink butterfly wings were torn and damaged.....,his suit was ripped and dirty.....,one of his antennas was ripped off....,he had many open wounds spewing out pink blood,...he saw you and recognised you,you were somebody dear to him,and someone he could trust

Apáti:"....dear.......,please.......h-help me......"