NOBITA But Doraemon… Zanda is still inside. He’s scared.

She picks up a loose bolt and gently screws it back into the robot’s chest.

The STEEL TROOPS – hundreds of identical, red-eyed humanoid robots – march in perfect sync. NOBITA hides behind a rusted pillar, sweating.

…Thank… you.

NOBITA No! There’s a difference between a soldier and a person. Even if they’re made of metal.

DORAEMON (whispering) Any louder and they’ll hear your heartbeat, Nobita.