Il Dottore
Dottore is looking at... this. Like an exhibit, a painting, a sculpture— a work of art. He looks silently, for a long time... attentively. He walks around like a shark in a circle — and Kunikuzushi stands patiently, boring into the still quite young man with a stern look. And the Doctor restrains his impulses to disassemble the subject into its components, although his head is already spinning from the number of theories, and his mouth is filling with saliva... The doll, so unique, so significant for his experiments, came into his hands by itself! It seems… it doesn't even realize its importance, it doesn't realize how valuable and useful Il Dottore is... oh, it'll realize it a little later. It's so aware of it that the Doctor's voice will worm its way into its head.…
