Still Doll Chapter Five  "So, are you sure you're not a witch?"
Beatrice flinched slightly at this question. She looked down at
her lap, fingers picking at the white material of her flimsy,
fluttery skirts. Was she a witch...? She didn't think she was.
If that was true, surely she would have been able to use
fearsome magic to escape from this prison. Maybe she would have
liked to be a witch, if it meant she could leave Rokkenjima on
the air as golden butterflies and never come back.  But she
couldn't.  She'd tried.  Escaping was... impossible...
Especially for a weak-willed girl like her.  She was far too
pathetic to be a witch.  She couldn't be a princess, either,
because nobody wanted to rescue her.  She was hardly even a real
person.  People's personalities were defined by their
interaction with others; she was sure she had read that
somewhere before. How could she, who only ever interacted with
three people in her whole life, possibly have developed a real
personality? She'd never had a chance.  So... w