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{ Vincent is taking a brisk walk - exercise is good for the mind and body, you know - looking less like the dapper British gent than usual. Modernity is creeping up on him and he is just the sort to embrace it, bit by bit. }

It really is a shame servants can't be employed here - or am I wrong? Is it more a question of price? I can understand wanting to be well-compensated. I always thought I was an easy Master -

{ Ha ha ha. No. }

There is nothing wrong with living an exciting life. { What are you even trying to say, Vincent. } I don't think I've ever lived so peacefully or so...independently. I'm afraid it's going to my head.

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How to cook like an Englishman! { Yeeeah. It gave him a pause. }

Mourning chain - ? { He shifts. } Did you see -

He's not an Englishman though, wasn't that the charm of having him as your fag?

[A slow nod and a sip of his tea.]

Grandmother. And a number of others I didn't recognize.

A dog must learn the customs of whatever household he enters. Besides, German food isn't good for sick people.

{ He pales and sits back. }

I think she passed about the same age that I did.

I'm sure that wasn't a British recipe. Or Tanaka might have made it for us when we were sick.

[Ciel tilts his head slightly and then gives a little shake of that head.]

Close. I did the math. She was two years older.

It was an amalgamation. { He shrugs before looking distracted. Distant. } Two years really isn't -

I remember being a teenager and it was difficult. I'm sorry I did the same thing to you.

[Ciel just shakes his head and shakes off that apology.]

You're not to blame. Nobody saw this coming. [Although he sometimes suspects Vincent might have, after that conversation with Diedrich years ago.]

I knew I could die. { It's fair that he knows now, though Vincent is cautious with his wording. } I thought someone was targeting me, but -

I never thought they would be so vicious.

If no one was left then no one could possibly try retaliating or recounting the events of the night to other Villainous Nobles. Or the Yard.

[Ciel isn't so careful. He doesn't care, at this point, what might be overheard.]

Precisely. { He is keeping a careful eye on their surroundings. } They sold you and your brother to the worst sort of people. They wanted to make a profit.

They sold us to people who could pay the most for a set of twins. The traffickers had no idea they were selling Earl Phantomhive's sons.

What better way to have you disappear? Everyone would assume you had perished in the fire. No word would have gotten out because no one knew you identities.

Yes, I think the fate awaiting those responsible must be painful indeed.

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Everyone did assume it. Undertaker had graves for us all, since Ciel and I were small enough we would have just burned to ash.

[A little nod.] It will be. Should I return to England. I'm... quite comfortable here.

{ He reaches out and smoothes back Ciel's hair. }

His duty is a sad one in particular for us. { His gaze warms. } This isn't such a bad home. I wonder if it will last?

So long as we don't travel back through the portal to England, nothing is stopping us from remaining here.

[He agrees that this isn't so bad. It's all still a little strange but it's not awful.]

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