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one [accidental voice]

[At first, all that can be heard is indistinguishable muttering. It seems strangely distant. The words become increasingly clear as their source becomes apparently nearer to the journal. They sound as though they are being squeezed through tightly clenched teeth. It is a voice that may be chillingly familiar to some residents...]

It's not fair. It's not fair. [This is repeated a few times, stringing closer and closer together each repetition.]

Martel... I abandon- [He can't bring himself to say it. It's too disgusting. A moment of only heavy breathing. The anger is practically palpable, and...there is the strain of something else too. Despair?] I didn't want to... I didn't choose to!

Martel. Martel...

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["Feeble-minded". Hitting a little too close to home.]

And I haven't the patience nor the desire to speak with a filthy dog who is deluded into thinking he is better than me. [Mithos assumes that because Ciel is arrogant, he must be a human.]

[For a brief moment, he considers getting mad but then... well]

[He laughs]

Who is more the dog when you are crying out a name so desperately?

[He can't physically attack Ciel through the journal, but he can throw the journal itself violently against a nearby tree. There's a loud thud as he does so. His voice is further away now, but still audible.]

Insolent. Inferior. Being.

[Cue snickering from that discarded journal. Inferior, when you're so broken? Please. You're just as much in the dirt as everyone else]

[He can hear the snickering, and it churns his insides because that arrogant filth thinks he has won over him. The arrogant filth who dared to call him out on being weak. "Feeble-minded." Why is being weak so deplored? How can someone be strong when the world refuses to let them?]

Are you still there, I wonder? [Said the voice coming out of the book. Ciel might as well see if he can get the boy's name]

[Oh, good. He didn't let the inferior being have the last word. There is a brief silence.] Of what concern is it to you?

[Snort.] None at all. I had thought I would confirm if you had accepted the truth I presented.

I heard no "truth", only revolting insolence. [Why is he stuck talking with this vermin? Normally, he would have killed anyone speaking to him in this manner by now.]

Insolence? And what would that make you? [Minor incredulity, go]

On another level. [Really, is this so difficult to understand?]

Have you seen what now is on the back of your neck?

[Well of course not, how in the name of Martel does one see the back of their own neck?]

What are you talking about? What do you mean?

You have been branded, just like the rest of us.

[He is loathe to admit it, even to himself, but it sounds like this inferior dog has some useful information.]

I demand that you tell me everything you know of this place.

Your demands mean nothing to me. [Flatly. If this guy is going to play it like that, let's see how he reacts to something this simple]

[anger anger anger anger ANGER.]

[More insistent this time.] You will me what you know. Now.

I have no obligation to tell you anything. Why, we haven't even exchanged names.

[~~Give me your name and I'll give you mine.~~ Wait, wrong character.]

I am not in the habit of introducing myself to myself to inferior beings who lack manners.

And I am regretfully not in the habit of giving information to those who would not even give me a name.

[Silence. Very, very infuriated silence. He definitely does not want to give in to this insolent vermin, but this insolent vermin seems to hold important information. Finally, he speaks.]

You may address me as Yggdrasill, pathetic dog.

And what would that make you, Mr. Yggdrasill, who knows less than even a "dog?"

[Mithos, Mithos, Mithos...you are far too susceptible to trolling.]

I've given you my name. Now tell me what you know.

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[Voice] so are they bffs yet?

[Voice] they're getting there!

[Voice] because crumpets await

[Voice] and cakes; lots of cakes

[Voice] can they have a fancy tea set too?

[Voice] obviously; Ciel is British

[Voice] good. goooooood. /mustache twirl

[Voice] /monocle

[Voice] /top hat

[Voice] cue the ballroom music

[Voice] cross-dressing...?

[Voice] it's canon.

[Voice] not like Mithos's clothing choices are particularly masculine anyway

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