"They are not tsukumogami," he said, turning the doll over in his hand, its one good eye staring glassily at the sky, "destroying the vessels would probably set them free."

His lips twitched into a cold, unpleasant little smile.

"...Though doing that-"

He paused, as something caught his attention, and then turned his frigid gaze back to the other man.

"-You might get cursed."