Have to… no. Need to protect her. Keep her safe. Must not let the once-humans hurt her, safe and happy is how she will stay. Why? Because I am here, a thing is what I am now. Not always, I recall, but I am now and isn't that what matters most? Now, not then? Because then did not have her; her joys and sorrows, her laughter and her tears. It was a worthless existence, it was nothing, and it had nothing that needed my protection as she does now, nothing that called to me joyfully as she always does. "Look Mr. Bubbles! It's an angel!"She says I turn only to hear a shriek as my reason for existence is threatened. Not for the first time, but I always feel the same sharp pang of rage that materializes into a bloodthirsty roar. 'What has hurt her?' Is what runs through my mind I can only focus on the disgusting thing that holds her by the collar of the ragged remains of what was once a beautiful dress. Before its partially destroyed brain could process what was happening, the extremely large, sharp drill that I forever carried was pushed straight through the splicer, efficiently ending its life. "Mr. B, you saved me!" she cried as she ran up to me and gave my noticeably drill free arm a hug. Of course I saved you, I thought to myself, you are my little one and I will always be your Daddy.