"...."
Silence ensues between Ciel and I as we sit opposite each other in her abode.
The atmosphere is tranquil, but there is a certain tension that pervades everywhere, making it hard to let a word out.
I glance around to buy time, taking silent notes of the various kinds of charms that decorate the walls and ceilings. I remember the first night I spent here, and—
"Javier, focus…" Ciel's voice snaps me out of my reverie, forcing me to stare at her with a solemn gaze.
"I am."
"Good." She responds. "As I said, of the one hundred and forty nine Leviathans that this Sanctuary has produced, myself included, less than twenty succeeded in their Apotheosis. And all of them, without exception, were terrified once they ascended."
"...."
"They all agreed that even if they hadn't reached the end of their lifespan and could get the opportunity to undergo a second one, they would not dare to."
"Sir Arthur Snow also said something similar in his journal." I respond calmly.
