Woody breathed in, trying to calm down, he looked extremely angry at the idea of any porcelain doll breaking. Particularly just the very thought of it, because it makes him think of... No, he is not going to think about that right now. This Kanaria doll is not worth it, at all.

An exasperated sigh escaped Woody’s lips as he massaged his plastic temple, a low grumble echoed, “Look, it’s just… It’s not worth it, whatever it is. If you can’t break that easily, than you’re already ‘perfect’ then, don’t you realize that?!”