"You broke the rules," his child-like voice is muffled behind the porcelaine mask. Mere moments ago, Brahms was a doll that you've come to take care of; however strange that was in the beginning.

Now, you're staring up at a man; if you were to reach out to him, he would be warm underneath your hand, something that the doll is not. Breaking the rules that Brahms set out for you was not what you initially wanted to do..

But what else would you have done in such a situation?