History

You don't notice the doll as it brings you the sandwich you requested a couple minutes ago. Your focus is in front of you, on the halo, floating in the midst of a handful of wards. You give a slight start when you unexpectedly hear it chime, "This one used to have one of those."

Its statement gradually slides through the startled haze and into your brain. "What was that?"

It sets the plate down on the table and points up at the halo. "One of those. This one used to have one."

"What do you mean?" you ask, raising and eyebrow quizzically.

"It doesn't know how else to say it, miss. It used to have one."

That doesn't make sense, you've had it since it was built. Hell, YOU'RE the one who built it. You grab the sandwich and take a bite, chewing thoughtfully. "When?"

"Before."

You grit your teeth slightly. You love your dolls, but sometimes they can be so irritating. "Before what?"

"Before it was a doll."

You freeze, your mouth open, about to take another bite. "Wait… you remember-?"

"Well, it wouldn't say it remembers, exactly… but when it saw that thing, it felt familiar, and then it realized it used to have one."

You take a moment to process this, before throwing a couple more wards on the halo and grabbing the doll's head, spinning its whole body around to face the other direction. Its feet drag lightly along the ground as you do so, but it doesn't resist. "Something wrong, miss?"

"I… maybe. Don't worry about it. And… stay out of this room for now. Let one of the other dolls bring me things when I'm in here."

"Understood." You watch as it walks out the door, before turning back to the halo. You'll have to put it out of sight before you call any of the others in here. You don't source your own souls, there's no telling how many of them came from angels.