He approached the girl and once more raised her chin. She was more normal now. Maybe his own brain's doing.
"Sit down, lass"
They did.
"Well... Imagine death as... sort of a nap. Sleep time. But, forever. A sleep you don't wake up from, ever"
She seemed confused. Scared, even.
"You've never... You've never seen the world beyond these walls, have you? Never heard the sounds of a city, or felt the wind on your face? Never took the time to take a trip, or have a chat with someone you like? Never... Never sat on a chair and pick your nose while no one was looking?"
He chuckled with that one. Yet, she seemed confused.
"These men... These "dolls", as you call them, were once people like me. They breathed, they ate, they pooped, they loved, they hated. They felt. Just like I do"
Hmmm...
"Is this something you'd be interested in experiencing?"
<span style="color:#000000">The awful plight of he who cannot draw to save his own life.</span>