Disclaimer: If I owned Tin Man, things would've gone a wee bit differently. But I don't, and they didn't. This is just messing around.
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Azure. Cerulean. Sapphire. The first thing he sees after years of unending horror is a pair of blue eyes. A good spirit, maybe, finally come to take him out of this personal hell. But, no, it's just a girl who watches with wide blue eyes as he staggers over to the projector that has tormented him for so long. It pulls free of the post, revealing a wicked spike. For a second, all he can think of is driving it into his eyes, one at a time. Just in case Zero returns to lock him up inside that metal suit again.
A small calloused hand with dainty nails reaches up and takes the spike from his grip. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."