Tiaral

although you could come up with some kind of benevolent motivation or redemption for the dolls, especially for the traitors

I don’t think the dolls care about such ridiculous concepts invented by absurd bags of biomass. Unless the leather-clad bastards repeat similar mantras to themselves before going to sleep to reassure themselves, hoping deep down that they did the right thing by accepting the machine into their ranks, and that it won’t spill their guts.