'They aren't dolls. Magical girls I stole from a celestial transport. I guess I'm still coordinator, in a way.'
The younger witch took a sip of the tea, and wordlessly watched the girls play with each other in the twilit garden.
'You wish you were in their place?' her host asked.
'I do wish I was in their place. I remember the Order so vividly...'
'Oh yes. My sweetest subordinate, with gleaming magic and empty, craving eyes. Climaxing in the mirror for me so your reflection can see too...'
'Do you think we could...'
'I'm sorry, that's impossible... I still hear it in my nightmares, you know... You saying 'override', and walking away. I scream your trigger words at you... and then weep... and beg you on my knees hysterically... as the bond snaps, tearing my chest open, and it all burns. I wake in cold sweat.
'You know, I wonder why I keep doing this to myself. I know for a fact that one day, they will say 'override' to me as well, and shatter my heart again. But until then, my heart is filled.'
'So... why not dolls?' the young witch asked.
'Dolls cannot say 'override'. But I imagine they keep thinking it.'