Joints soft and dry— one ponders, can a puppet even cry?

As you wipe the remaining tears from the artificial's solemn face, you organize the ideals. He looks like a human. He really does.

Kabukimono smiles as he looks at you, those tears shed greater than it ever was before. Perhaps, you've given him greater comfort. Although that gaze, was the fear of abandonment.

“Promise you won't leave?”