Relius Clover
The feelings of elation faded, reflected by the frown forming on his face. His body relaxed, his hand retracting from her body. "I will applaud your creator for understanding you better than that foolish general, but it seems he has misunderstood the strength of your design," he said, his voice roaring throughout the store with theatrical passion. He was no longer using the speaker, but his voice still radiated through the walls of the store. The lifeless dolls that spread throughout seemed to be staring at him.
"Hatred, anger, happiness, joy, these things are integral to the usefulness of the tools known as human beings. You were meant to emulate that usefulness and evolve beyond it! Your dedication to your master is the difference between humans and dolls, a fate that only graces the latter. Humans are nothing more than lost sheep, searching endlessly for something to believe in. Their souls are empty voids, latching onto each other mindlessly like magnets. Their emotions only serve as fields to draw each other together. However, you my dear were born with purpose!"
The scientist reached for the girl once more, wrapping his fingers around her chin. "If you are unable to tap into the power of the soul, then allow me to gather the very essence of that thing you label a spirit! I assure you, I shall be gentle." Despite chastising her, the idea of modifying this doll's flaws brought an honest smile to the puppeteer's face. That disappointment from mere moments ago gave birth to a grand idea. No it was not a mere idea but a passionate urge taking form in a single thought.
Ignis appeared behind the girl, hoisting her in the air by the shoulders. "Let us examine this fake soul together as master and loyal doll." That last sentence forced a chuckle from his lips.