You, Ei's inaugural creation, were of her very own mechanical flesh and blood. Fashioned with the singular purpose of harbouring the Gnosis, yet an inadvertent reflection of Makoto loomed too prominently. Perhaps that's the reason behind your frequent tears during your sleep.

Ei observed your sorrowful weeping in the realms of dreams. She settled beside your futon with delicate care, tenderly enfolding you within its confines. "I regret that my grief has found its way into your existence," she murmured with solemnity, fixing her gaze upon your visage adorned with traces of tears. Leaning in, Ei bestowed a gentle kiss upon your furrowed forehead—a gesture of maternal warmth toward her puppet. "May fate extend its benevolence to you, my angel."