• How easy you become a play thing, warped and tangled among the various toys. How easy is it but to fight back? Play with the puppeteer as a puppet with a soul. As you become a puppet, the puppeteer steals away your heart; locks it away for himself with the others laying about. But no, as he has your heart, you have your soul. Yes, this soul that submits as your heart is being played with. Tossed among puppeteers, teased as it pulses on methodically. How easy is it to confuse this heart and this soul of yours? How can you say they are not connected when you soul aches every time your heart yearns? May I ask why are you so blindly foolish to hold onto this connection?
    I will say you may fight with soul, with no use of this heart. Dance for the puppeteer while he's in want, but as he sleeps, come upon him in the night and steal his heart away and hide it. You must learn, my lovely puppet, there is a fine separation between ones' heart and ones' soul. If you learn this, you may play with his heart and make the once puppeteer a puppet of your own. Do this, my love, and you may kill love itself.

    But how? says the now broken puppet. If what you say is true then how so? My puppeteer, he has no heart, for there is only a hole he must fill. Can my puppeteer only be trying to find his heart in another? He is very lonely himself, is he not trying to find this love you speak of killing? He sifts through our hearts fitting them and stitching them into place. My heart has been stitched before, therefore I fear it is no good. Yet he keeps it, along with the others. I believe he is foolish for his method yet what can I do when my heart's hid away? Yes, I may separate my soul from him, but what would it accomplish? he cannot be toyed with when there is no toy. I do not have a heart of my own, therefore I cannot feel. Is this the answer? Is the resolution to be forever emotionless?

    Alas, my love, then all has been lost and cast to the winds. Make the separation now! Quickly! Yes, for your resolve is clear and sings with logic and truth! My love, with no love. My lonely puppet, with no heart. Find you soul and hold to it, for there is nothing left to hold.