[That is something that Oz doesn't have an answer to. While his walls of defense are built quite high, having to deal with this sort of thing for three days in a row, being faced with this same question over and over again, trying to sort through the "whys" to find reason in this pointless slaughter - it's definitely enough to start wearing them down. He simply sits in silence for a few seconds, still knelt next to Ciel, hands folding in his lap once the handkerchief is taken from them.
How can this keep happening? Because the killers choose to continue killing? Because none of the roles have been able to stop them from lynching innocents? Because they were all unfortunate enough to trip into this mess to begin with?]
...I don't— know. I don't know. [Which isn't very comforting, but. There's a body in a teacup.]
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How can this keep happening? Because the killers choose to continue killing? Because none of the roles have been able to stop them from lynching innocents? Because they were all unfortunate enough to trip into this mess to begin with?]
...I don't— know. I don't know. [Which isn't very comforting, but. There's a body in a teacup.]