Finding that place inside of her was hard today. Normally, starting the Animation process required her to find a happy memory. She also knew never to risk Animating when she was experiencing extreme emotions;
accidental transfers could happen that way. She took deep breaths, trying to focus. This was important. She needed to see it done.
She thought about Mikey. About the
day she'd met him. How sweet and innocent he'd been, and so eager to learn about her magic puppets. It brought a smile to her lips and a tear to her eyes. Her heart fluttered, and she let out a long, shuddering breath. She closed her eyes and focused on that feeling. The feeling of love and pride. The feelings that came from the depths of her soul.
She found it, her mind stretching forth onto the astral realm, then opened her eyes. Her brown eyes were suffused with a blue glow of Djed as she looked to Mikey, searching out for his soul. His weak, frail little soul that was clinging to the last days of his doomed existence. She found it, fluttering, distant, but still tied to his body. She raised her hand, palm out, the Glyph on her palm aimed towards him. She began guiding the flow of energy, channeling the power from his soul and through the circles. Once she'd found it, the Glyphs guided the energy quickly, and she raised her other hand towards the puppet. Mikey's body began to softly glow, the flickering energy of his fading spirit being drawn forth by the magic. It fluttered like a drop of rain in the wind, until a piece of it broke free, floating across the space between Source and Destination, until it splashed down into the puppet, creating a Soulcore copied off Mikey's own.
She then needed to program a Directive... but she didn't know what to do. Normally she only programmed her creations for love and obedience for her... but Mikey already loved her, and she didn't want to force him into obedience. What she needed to do was cure him of his coma. She needed to make sure that whatever ailed him, whatever it was that was wasting away at his body, wouldn't affect him anymore once this was done. She thought for a long moment, then in an urge of foolish desperation, she added the Directive, 'Don't Sleep.' That should awaken him from the coma...
The moment she imprinted the Directive, she realized it might have been a mistake... it would, in theory, keep him out of the coma... but he would
never be able to sleep. Ever. If he couldn't sleep, he couldn't dream. He couldn't rest. He couldn't...
She shook the thoughts off, and forced herself to continue. She...
She had to do this. She'd figure out how to make it work...