“ you make me happy. really happy. “ (Asahi to Kabu)
Kabu couldn't help the question, even if barely left his sputtering lips. He had big tears in his eyes, full of regret and sorrow over his own existence.
"But--but--but--" he blubbered, a strangled whine tearing through his throat. "I--I--I--ah, ah--Papa, why don't--don't you--you tell me, when you're--you're--you're--"
When you're sad, is what Kabu wanted to say, but it felt like his throat was closing up. The harder he tried, the harder he started crying.
"I'm--I'm suh--supposed to--to--to--listen, when papa is sad," he eventually stammered out. "Supposed to--to--to make feel better, to help, to--"
Big, heavy, wet tears dripped down his cheeks. They felt never ending.
"I--I--I wished, I wished to be--be--be--be alive, for Papa, to--to--to l--love Papa, and huh--hug Papa, and listen, and... and... no more? But--I was--was made to, to help, I... I..."
The boy hiccuped and sobbed.
"Am I--I a--a--a--a bad doll--doll--dollie? Bad little doll? I--I'm suh--suh--sorry, I'll, I'll be--be--be good, a good dollie--"