You don't like being called trash, do you? Even if you are a doll, you were created. You were given life to do something with it.

[And they move to squat down, before embracing her, stroking lightly over her hair. Its a comforting, warm gesture, but something about it seems a little too much, a little too overly sweet.]

...I knew a doll like you. I gave her life again, after she had been broken so thoroughly. [A beat.] You deserve to live a long life, Aoi.