(Lol, they just chat while the living doll is strapped to a wrist of a dead person-)

The doll: I'm the only one without a name though... does that mean my soul came from someone without a name, or it didn't come from a person?

The doll: ...

The doll: My creator killed someone to bring me to life...?
*his face is filled with almost every negative emotion*
Did... did he k-kill this one...?

Daylili: So... he has someone's soul in him?

*the doll suddenly looks sick[if dolls could look sick] and turns his head toward the dead human*

The doll: ... They... they can't?
*he looks surprised*

The doll: I uhh... I know he's my creator... and he likes making dolls... and I'm a doll...

The doll: Yeah... that's how he made us...

The doll: Uhh... I'm the doll you met earlier...

The doll: Uhh... maybe I should be quiet...

*suddenly the doll starts looking around and sees them*
Hey, what are you guys-? Oh...

Daylili: You... you didn't know how bad their condition was...

Daylili: You aren't...

*Daylili slowly walks over to him and sits down next to him, silently*

*the doll suddenly starts jerking around, still attached to their wrist*

Daylili: ... I'm sorry...

Daylili: What's happening?

*the person isn't breathing anymore and their skin is extremely pale*

*the doll looks like a regular doll, not moving at all, and the person has bled out much more*