You are her most trusted friend. Despite The Shogun being… not very emotive to say the least, she still has a glimmer of something there. A glimmer of Ei.

“Tell me,” The Shogun began, her hand going to grab your jaw. She looked down at you with unexpressive eyes; like a skull without flesh. “What am I?”

The lavender eyes of the puppet twisted with the faintest show of venerability. A crack in the shell Ei formed for herself.