Coming out carefully is the sixth one, Slander. As usual, nasty things are coming out of her mouth. “Mistress Good-for-Nothing, unfortunately, you've been made into a clown!” These dolls play house with causality determined by entanglement.
At last arrives the seventh, Blockhead. This reticent doll laughs at the witch with her eyes. Unlike the too-serious soldiers, she complies with the witch's orders reasonably well.
The eight to come into view is Jealousy. Spellbound, she looks up towards the sky. “Let's prepare a box. I want to lock that radiance away forever.” These dolls are a collection of material forms. They are not empty.
The ninth one, Laziness, chats while yawning. “How long do I have to participate in this game? Knitting is such a troublesome bother.” She kicks Good-for-Nothing's tumbling head, which was in her way. Since the funeral won't start for a bit, these dolls take a leave of absence and wander about the city for a while.
The tenth to come running is Vanity. She exaggeratedly Good-for-Nothing's head and says a few words, “I wouldn't be able to bear dirtying my cape with your sticky blood!” These dolls ridicule the witch's self-mutilation.
The eleventh, trembling one is Cowardice. “If I am taken into the sky, I won't be able to behead the rabbits.” These dolls have a magic-like power that can realize a complete recurrence.
Walking unsteadily comes the twelfth one, Stupidity. She goes out of her way to go around to everyone, and tell them a story she'd heard from a bird some time ago. “I heard this story from the Goddess. She's a beautiful and radiant Goddess! I'm sure she'll love us too.” These dolls only want things within reach.