You're forgetting one thing. [ darla deadpans. even while she stinks of humanity and is in possession of a soul, she still manages to lacquer her voice with a monotone for drusilla. but it has a sliver of exhaustion coating it. darla wants it all; the dollhouse to be hers and attainable, and that splinter to be removed right from her ribcage. but she can feel it wrapping around her bones tightly, not wanting to let go, and she feels herself drowning in a sea of guilt. ]

There's a soul in the attic, Dru. There's no guarantee that it will disappear if I'm reunited with who I once was.

[ such a pessimistic, darla is, when all she is is optimistic that her darling boy will reunite with her once again. humanity stinks. literally. ]