[Her voice is sharp, and before she can even stop herself, she's grabbing his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes, gripping tightly enough to bruise skin. Her other hand is raised, as if she might slap him, or fend off any attempt he makes to break her grip.]
Did you kill Fuyuhiko?
[Fingernails bite into his skin as her grip tightens, a weird parody of the comfort she'd been offering only a minute or so before. Because when it comes down to it, she doesn't care about Oz. She'd suspected from the moment Oz had refused to reveal the names of the remaining VIPs that it was all a trick, and that he'd be killed. Her mind is racing too quickly to really take into account what Ciel is saying about it not being supposed to happen. And her voice raises so she can hear herself over the roaring in her ears,]
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[Her voice is sharp, and before she can even stop herself, she's grabbing his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes, gripping tightly enough to bruise skin. Her other hand is raised, as if she might slap him, or fend off any attempt he makes to break her grip.]
Did you kill Fuyuhiko?
[Fingernails bite into his skin as her grip tightens, a weird parody of the comfort she'd been offering only a minute or so before. Because when it comes down to it, she doesn't care about Oz. She'd suspected from the moment Oz had refused to reveal the names of the remaining VIPs that it was all a trick, and that he'd be killed. Her mind is racing too quickly to really take into account what Ciel is saying about it not being supposed to happen. And her voice raises so she can hear herself over the roaring in her ears,]
Did you hurt him?