[ but there's a body in a teacup, quote of the day tbh ]

[ It takes Ciel a few moments more to compose himself, and he at least doesn't wipe at his face with the gross barf-y handkerchief, though he almost does. He reaches up to wipe at his eye, because even though it's no more than a few tears, that's still a lot for Ciel who hides his emotions so often. He murmurs another curse under his breath as he lifts his eyepatch to wipe at the other eye, which is closed, but doesn't seem to have anything wrong with it. ]

So... What? This is just supposed to keep happening until we're all dead? That's not—

[ Fair? He sighs, trying to compose himself again, though he coughs once more. ]

I will exterminate them myself, if I must. This cannot— This is cruel.