"Let me try. I believe in you. I also... don't really want to die."
She was still young; her time living was just an insignificant part of what she had experienced in death, already forgotten in her memory.
As she spoke, she directly touched the puppet, her whole soul fitting inside it.
The puppet began to change visibly, its features, limbs, and accompanying clothes.
Deep purple strands of hair grew and cascaded down from its head.
Soon, the soul-host puppet in her hand transformed into a miniature Clara.
"I... I have a body?"
Clara's voice came from the puppet's body, then she stretched out her hands, pinched, and felt her own body, savoring the long-lost sensation.
"I can touch myself... I can, I..."
Her voice gradually became choked, and even the puppet's eyes began to shed tears.
Though these functions sometimes seem lacking, Alka and the others had specifically studied them before to ensure the puppet girls possessed their own personalities.
