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The pain-filled sobs continued to come from the blonde as he hunched over, clutching his throbbing shoulder and whimpering in pain. His entire arm was aching now, the pain having spread down from his shoulder blade down to his wrists. He tried moving that arm on its own, and the simple task of moving it a few inches right now caused a fresh outcry of pain.

The only thing that hurt more than the physical pain was the emotional trauma, Alois didn’t have the foggiest idea as to anything Ciel was talking about, burning down his manor, killing his parents, all of that. Alois didn’t know exact dates, but he knew that he hadn’t been how he is now during the general time of when Ciel’s parents passed away. Something didn’t sit well enough with Alois, and his last shred of hope was something he had to cling to if he was going to convince Ciel to call off the assault and the summoning of his demon, even if it’d already been done. 

He heard the smallest hint of wavering in Ciel’s voice, but it didn’t really register in his mind to think about what he’d just heard and figure out what it meant. How was he to know that the Phantomhive had wavered in his resolve to murder the Trancy Earl on the floor in front of him in cold blood?

No….you don’t understand, you’re being tricked by someone!! Ciel I didn’t do any of it, I promise! Someone lied to you to make you believe I did it!

As the Queen’s spider, Ciel expected the Trancy Earl to have at least a tiny bit of dignity before death. Yes, the earl was a child. But even Ciel - younger than he - would not break at the brink of death. Maybe it was because the bluenette knew that he couldn’t die by anyone else’s hands but Sebastian’s. In a strange way, it clouded the fear of death in Ciel’s mind. Desensitized it. It was one of the many positives in making a contract with a demon, at least in Ciel’s opinion. If one cannot fear death, then he can die a proud man. From the looks of it, Alois didn’t share that philosophy.

The blonde earl’s words sunk into his head. He picked apart the words, and didn’t respond immediately. Sebastian behind him tightened his fist, though a neutral and calm expression stayed put on his features. The young Phantomhive refused to falter, but instead of giving Sebastian the order to end this, he let his curiosity get the better of him.

“What?” he responded, though this single word didn’t justify the explanation he wanted. What could that mean? He had all the evidence he needed - practically quotes! The article he read over and over until he fell asleep in his chair said everything it needed to say.. and Alois was telling him it was a lie? Ciel began to challenge that theory, scoffing at the blonde harshly. Why should he believe him? A desperate boy who sold his soul to a devil - for a reason Ciel couldn’t place. What was the point of it all?

“Explain yourself.”