[ And he does not stop screaming, though his voice getting rougher and hoarser as he continues is at least enough to quiet it. It must seem odd, because this visceral reaction would even be quite a lot for a close family member, and yet here Ciel was despairing over someone he can't have known more than a week. Especially considering Ciel's personality, this was too much for him to expression.
So... It had to be something more.
He stays where he is, shaking from head to toe, and though his hands cover his face, his eye is still wide, focused sharply, yet only on the circle before him. He's seeing something else, and that's clear enough, but what it is could never really be guessed. ]
No, it can't— I am me, and I am...
[ It sounds mad as he lapses into repeating that, over and over again, I am me. Because his thoughts are blending together in a frightening way. He's the boy in the cage, reaching out to the hand of a demon, but he's also the boy on the altar with the knife in his chest, dead and staring. But is that boy here now? Which boy was it? Is it Ciel on the altar, or is it a boy named Oz? He can't tell. He can't tell, and that's the most frightening thing of all—
He's going to... be consumed. Or is he already dead? He really just can't tell. ]
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So... It had to be something more.
He stays where he is, shaking from head to toe, and though his hands cover his face, his eye is still wide, focused sharply, yet only on the circle before him. He's seeing something else, and that's clear enough, but what it is could never really be guessed. ]
No, it can't— I am me, and I am...
[ It sounds mad as he lapses into repeating that, over and over again, I am me. Because his thoughts are blending together in a frightening way. He's the boy in the cage, reaching out to the hand of a demon, but he's also the boy on the altar with the knife in his chest, dead and staring. But is that boy here now? Which boy was it? Is it Ciel on the altar, or is it a boy named Oz? He can't tell. He can't tell, and that's the most frightening thing of all—
He's going to... be consumed. Or is he already dead? He really just can't tell. ]