You come across it, you watch its unending torment and envy it, for you cannot even begin to think what a benign existence it is where you only desire to be used. What could've caused this thing to think, "I need to be used"? Of course, you don't even know all this is happening because it isn't, you just wanted to find a desk to write a letter to your father, apologizing about using his dolls to destroy NANN-E.