Ciel found himself at an impasse, unsure what to do.
On the one hand, he absolutely could not tell his mother what he'd given up for these pills and seeds, but on the other hand…
'…I can't make her sad.'
Ciel's lips trembled, memories he'd hoped not to remember flashing across his mind, and his legs nearly buckled under both their echoes and his mother's pressure.
He didn't know what to do.
Seeing Ciel's reaction be so fierce, the woman paused for a moment, then suddenly softened.
Pulling on the hand she still tightly clung to, she slowly drew him back towards herself. He kneeled beside her once more and she softly caressed his arm, soothing him.
"Tell me, please."
Uriel, nay, Ciel nervously bit his lip, consumed by overwhelming tides of shame and guilt.
He threw his sleeping older brother a glance, and seeing his twisted expression of pain, he sighed.
He began to talk.
