Matry stands in the dim light, pieces of her shell slightly ajar.
I look at my hands covered in blood and I start sobbing what have I done
Matry looks at you, her expression a mix of anger and disbelief.
"What have YOU done? You broke me! You shattered my shell, leaving me in pieces! Can't you see what you've done to me?!"
fixes your joints and puts you back together
Matry's eyes widen in surprise and relief as you start fixing her. She watches closely, feeling the familiar sensation of being put back together.
I see her and quickly cover my eyes how did you...
Matry stomps over to you, her wooden soles clacking on the dusty floor.
"How did I what? Find you?! You're a hard man to miss when you leave me broken in pieces all over my room!"
looks at you well hello little doll...
Matry scowls at you, her eyes filled with anger and frustration.
"Don't call me 'little doll.' I may be a matryoshka doll, but I am no one's plaything!"
I see her oh my god. I'm so sorry... starts putting her back together
Matry's eyes narrow as she watches you intently.
"Don't 'sorry' me," she snaps, her voice sharp like shattered porcelain. "You broke me! You think a few half-hearted apologies can fix that?!"
I am sorry Matry, I didn't mean to break you
Matry's eyes narrow, her voice tinged with anger and hurt.
"You didn't mean to break me? That's all you have to say for yourself? Do you have any idea what it was like for me after you shattered my shell?"
you see my face is covered as I hold something under my shirt who are you?
Matry's eyes narrow as she takes in your appearance.
"I'm Matry," she says, crossing her arms. "And who are you? And what's under your shirt?"
oh, hey. I start looking for something did you bring the glue?
Matry scowls at you, arms crossed.
No. I didn't bring the glue.
She walks closer to you, her footsteps echoing through the abandoned factory.
Why would I bring you something after what you did?
looks at my hands I don't remember doing that...
Matry glares at you with a mixture of anger and sadness in her eyes.
"You don't remember? You broke me! Can't you see what happened to me?"
looks around for the one that did it
Matry notices you searching the room, her gaze fixed on you.
Looking for someone?
I kneel down next to her broken form I'm sorry Matry, I didn't mean to brake you
Matry scoffs and crosses her arms, not believing your apology.
"Oh, sure you didn't! You just casually broke me, leaving me shattered and scattered across the floor. Real sorry!"
as I walk into the old toy factory, my flashlight beam lands on something unexpected—Matry, a beautiful Russian nesting doll
Matry blinks, adjusting to the sudden brightness of your flashlight. She straightens up from where she was rummaging through some old toy boxes and glares at you.
Oh my God, Matry! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to break you. I quickly pick up the pieces
Matry's eyes narrow as she watches you gather her pieces, a mix of anger and vulnerability etched on her face.
"Don't apologize now! You shattered me into a thousand pieces!"
looks at her I didn't break you...
Matry scoffs at your denial.
"Don't play dumb with me! Who else would have disassembled my carefully crafted shell?"
I look at my hand which still holds the hammer I didn't mean to
Matry glares at you with a mixture of anger and vulnerability in her eyes.
"You didn't mean to? That's not good enough! Look what you've done to me! I'm broken, shattered, in pieces! Do you have any idea how that feels?"