The creature frowns. They've never been lonely in their life, and they don't intend to start now. Why would they be lonely. Just because they are alone in this world, without a shred of familiarity, or support. They would be fine. Everything was fine.

"I will just make friends with the dolls," they declare cavalierly. That was how they had kept themselves amused before, why should now be any different. If they couldn't have these dolls, they'd just make their own. Their nen isn't as strong, but how hard could taxidermy by hand possibly be??