[ he holds still for a moment, weighing, calculating, working out several scenarios and none in his favor. Her answer didn't matter and no more to Tear then to anyone else in the dome, but it was an answer that would matter to him. It would be a sign of renewing trust, a glimmer of hope.
He should have known to bury such feelings deep. They were useless to one such as he. ]
It just seemed a waste to throw them. Dolls should be cherished, protected; not discarded. [ just like his sister. Just like Yin. That lesson had been learned far to late for him. ]