[Ciel has just hit upon what it is that frustrates Mithos so much. He can't do anything besides wait: wait for the Cruxis Crystal to turn up, wait for Martel to arrive. He's so powerless in this world, but he can't give up. Under pressure - the weight of so many obstacles stacking up - it doesn't take long for someone to snap, especially if they've already snapped countless times before. Now imagine the whistle a kettle makes when its contents reach boiling point.]

Shut up! Just shut up! As if I would ever turn back and accept anything as it is! What do you understand about me or Martel? [Urge to beat Ciel senseless: maximum capacity]