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What am I to make of this? {The voice of this new user is entirely too calm; too collected considering the circumstances. But he has been uniquely trained by, shall we say, a vibrant life? Which, incidentally, ended abruptly (and painfully) in his memory.}

An introduction, perhaps? All of those start to sound the same, I imagine. {He finally comes into full view, smiling in a way that could be polite - if it weren't for the mischievous glint in his eyes.} Something like: I am Earl Vincent Phantomhive? Does that suffice? Should I add "of England"?

{He gives a light chuckle before remarking:}

I must say this is the queerest afterlife I can imagine.

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Imagine being her brother.

I think I'll pass. She's terrifying enough as my aunt, I don't want to imagine more.

[He remembers eavesdropping on the two when he was much younger, and that sword being swung around Vincent's face.]

For all her fierce bravado, she has never harmed me.

{He trusts that she won't, though she is fond of close calls. As is he, actually.}

Yet. I think she'll have reason now, if she ever comes here.

[He had the gall to go and die.]

I am ready to dodge her, I think. I feel spry!

{Is he spry enough?}

I'm not sure if that will be enough but we can both hope.

[He's rather his father not die again.]

Are you truly concerned for me? {...bb. ♥ }

I'd rather not watch another family member die.

[Kind of.]

It isn't pleasant.

No, it isn't.

[And he's had the unfortunate experience of seeing it three times.]

I can't wait to see you.

I know. I'm sure we'll see each other soon.

I plan on it. I may see to ending your work day early.

I suppose if you do I could bring some of my work home. Undertaker shouldn't mind.

Why should he mind? Your work does not interfere with his.

Working too much got me sick a couple months ago. If I'm working at home though, he shouldn't worry.

[Much.]

Sick? What did you come down with? Was it simple fatigue?

{Or Asthma.}

[He knows where dad is going with this. And he's still not giving anything away. Purposely.]

I'm fine. Jason and Undertaker saw to it I was taken care of.

{He knows, baby. But he doesn't want you hiding your wheezing from him either.}

You can come to me too.

[Wheezing? What wheezing? He doesn't wheeze.]

I know but it won't become an issue again.

{Don't jinx yourself, "Ciel".}

Stress, fluctuations in temperature - even strong odors - made your brother ill.

[He'll knock on wood.]

I remember. Even running about could trigger a fit.

[He remembers very well how often his brother stayed at his bedside, even with lessons in the way.]

{Yeah that never works for them.}

It did. I hated seeing him suffer so. We worried you might have symptoms, but you never did.

[He remembers that his brother sacrificed a lot of his time outside or with Lizzie to play with him instead. Or to help their father and Diedrich cook for him and mother.]

I would have preferred it. He might not have felt as if he were burdening me so often because I would stay with him.

[Playing at being Ciel is easier when you're not faking it for a parent.]

Your mother often felt the same way about me. But we stayed out of love, did we not? What is there to apologize for?

{Vincent might not have the time of day for most, but he would shift his schedule for his family without a single complaint.}

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