Clockwork as delicate as this was never meant to suffer so much stress. Your gears were made to be small, precise, ornate works of art - not the rugged sort that are necessary to endure this strain on a daily basis. You never had a choice in the matter, but the work must be done. If that means winding the key tighter and making everything tick faster, so be it. Can’t leave a job unfinished. Can’t let people be disappointed. Can’t permit errors within your work.
Tick. T-Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. T-Tick.
Some teeth have broken off and make the mechanism skip, but you’re fine. It doesn’t hurt that badly. Sure, it will add more strain and break more gears, but you can still smile, can’t you?
T-Tick. T-Tick. Tick. T-Tick.
You can still dance, even if the motions are jerky. Keep moving. Time is of the essence. Don’t let them down. You can keep going, can’t you?
T-T-Tick. Tick. T-T-Tick.
Can’t you?