More than just reaching, you're making up bullshit to try and avoid admitting that there's a soul in your do--

[[His hand goes to his chest as his heart races, the hollow dissociative feeling washing over him as another memory returns. He grimaces, forcing himself to continue on]]

--in your doll and thus you're a horrible person for locking it up like that.

[[...even if one of the past hims had done far worse.]]