Perhaps we should find a name for the lost little doll - something to give a definition of self.
[There's a patch under it with messy scribbles where it's like he's trying to write with something interfering horribly with his pen; somewhere outside on a weird corner of the town wall Spade is throwing all four pounds of feather and claws that he is now at Mukuro's hand, having an argument to the tune of "THAT'S NOT A NAME" "OH LIKE YOU WOULD DO ANY BETTER".]
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[There's a patch under it with messy scribbles where it's like he's trying to write with something interfering horribly with his pen; somewhere outside on a weird corner of the town wall Spade is throwing all four pounds of feather and claws that he is now at Mukuro's hand, having an argument to the tune of "THAT'S NOT A NAME" "OH LIKE YOU WOULD DO ANY BETTER".]