“Should I do this?” she asked. It wasn’t her choice anymore. She threw the responsibility of her sister’s well being into the construct of the doll she created. “She’ll enjoy this.” This is called madness.
“Everything will be alright.” This is called destruction. “Sis, what are you--” This is the first step. “nnnNNNNAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!” This is the agony of the soul. And it hurt.