Having no clear direction was a clandestine fear for Yin. She had always been told what to do, and to use her abilities to get that done. Could she be a free-thinking entity all on her own. Dolls weren't known for their free-will, the Hell's Gate had made sure that all Dolls lost that on becoming what they were. Breeching protocol and programming was a surprisingly liberating philosophy if ever Yin had thought. But it was far too ingrained at the moment for her to tamper with it. "Indeed. How long do I need to stay here?"