one [accidental voice]

[imatreenow]

[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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[Voice]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

I am nobody's rat.

[Voice]

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

I believe you will find, Mr. Yggdrasill, that you are. This will only be made more obvious when they next decide to loose and experiment on our heads.

[Voice]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[No response to that. He despises feeling that he is helpless.]

[Voice]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

Give me your name.

[He normally isn't in the business of asking vermin for their names, but he dislikes the idea of said vermin knowing his name while remaining anonymous. The vermin's arrogant enough to think it would signify some kind of power.]

[Voice]

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

Ciel Phantomhive.

[Voice]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[If you think he's going to thank you for anything or say how wonderful it is to make your acquaintance, you're dreaming.]

You are dismissed.

[Then he closes the journal for good. This is the start of a beautifl friendship.]

[Voice]

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

[...Heh] Very well.

[it is indeed]