[b]Dead Heart Shooter[/b]

"The lovely wonderful and perfect contract between us, Master!" replied Dead Heart Shooter cheerfully, laser-focus returning to the beautiful girl who was her Master. "Dolls need to find and anchor in this world in order to exist here. So I chose you, the most perfect anchor that I could ever ask for! Especially since you were in danger, no-one is allowed to hurt you, Master!"

With that explanation, Dead Heart Shooter tightly wrapped her arms around her Master and nestled her head against her chest. Oh, so wonderful... but then, everything was wonderful about her perfect lovely beautiful amazing Master. There was no-one, no-one else in the whole Human World, or the Doll World, for her. And the same went for her Master. There was no-one for her but Dead Heart Shooter. And there never would be. The silver-haired girl raised her head up and looked up at her Master once more, still smiling cheerfully.

"And Dolls are Dolls, Master!"

It was not the most helpful explanation, in retrospect.