I screamed, my body was stiff again though I could still thrash. I tossed and I turned, for a second it felt like nothing was holding me down, for a small fleeting moment I thought I was free. Before someone help me down, they struggled against me trying to talk over my screaming.

Firm hands grabbed my mostly unresponsive shoulders, another grabbing my legs I tried to kick them away fearing the worst. Are they going to rip off my legs?! D-did they change my arm? I want my Daddy!

The hands worked to turn me over and sit me up, I froze seeing the person holding my shoulders, the woman with camo clothes, a patterned cloth covering her face. "P-please I-I," I tried to gulp seeing the weapon on her hip, she quietly shushed me drawing my attention to her face and those deep kind eyes.

"Hey, everything's okay," the woman said, she had a Piltovin accent but looked Shariman. I leaned forwards, placing my face into the crook of her neck. I could feel arms wrap around me, bringing me into a hug. I wanted to cry, I could make the sounds associated with it, but I couldn't cry.

"W-why can't I cry?" I choked out through nonexistent tears.

The Shariman woman made soft comforting sounds, I cried more but after what felt like hours but seconds at the same time she broke the comforting hug. "Do you have a name?" She asked, leaning forwards slightly to be at eye level with me.

I fidgeted for a moment, looking away seeing a small man in white armor clovered in clocks, his hand on a large torso-sized ball on a table, it looked a lot like the things Daddy made. "Orianna," I said quietly, lifting a hand to my throat hearing my voice clearly for the first time. It sounded fake, robotic, kind of like the phonograms Mommy used to love collecting. "Orianna Reveck."

The woman nodded, "It's nice to meet you Orianna, you can call me Miss Militia, it's nice to meet you." She stuck out a hand to shake and I responded in kind, I couldn't help but stare at my arm, it was the same brilliant design with intricately caved petricite making up the shell for the inner mechanisms. The same design Daddy used for most of his creations.

I looked down at my body, I looked like the robot from before. What. No this wasn't right, this wasn't right. This wasn't right! Daddy said he wouldn't! He wouldn't! He wouldn't! He wouldn't! Hands that weren't my own but in my control shakily raised up to my face.

Clink.

The metallic faxsimally of my face screamed, hands that weren't mine clawed at a false face as I tried willing this false body to try and take itself apart. Maybe the true me was underneath? Maybe Daddy just made a protective shell?

The Shariman woman was quick and strong, grabbing my arms and stopping me from ripping open this body's shell, "Hey!" She shouted, the worried look in my eyes almost made me faux cry again, I was a monster, nothing more than a clockwork monster! Yet she looked like she cared, "Hey, everything going to be okay! Can you be strong for me? Can you do that?"

"Y-yeah," I eventually choked out.

Something told me she was smiling under the cloth covering her mouth, a kind, and soft smile, like Mommy, used to, "I have a few questions that I need you to answer, okay?" I nodded, "Okay, if you don't want to, or can't answer any of these questions you can just tell me to stop, is that alright?"

"Y-yeah," I said, flinching at my own voice.

"Okay. First question: Do you know what happened before… before you woke up here?"

"Yeah, I lived with my Daddy, my Mommy died."

She made a sad noise, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

Miss Militia sighed before ignoring the question with another question, "Were you always like this?"

"No," I said quickly and simply.

"Do you know who did this to you?" I felt smaller hearing the question, thinking back to when I was sick from the gasses of Zaun. Arguing with Daddy, telling him that I was fine, I didn't want a new body. I had seen what he had done to the lady called C, turned into a living weapon. The blood-stained tips of her sharpened legs. I didn't want to be a weapon, I was ready to accept Kindred's arrow. "It's fine you don't need t-"

"Daddy did it," I quickly blurted out, I could hear the man in the clock pattern armor suck in a breath. I wish I could still do that.

"Oh you poor thing," the Shariman woman said looking at me looking very worried, "That's enough. That's enough for now." She looked lost and hurt for a few moments before standing to her full height, offering me a hand. "How about we go for a walk?" She suggested. Was she trying to distract me?

Yeah.

I would like a distraction.