{He lifts up a little bit, peering into Undertaker's eyes in wonder.} ...what a pretty color. {He has some memory of...that hue. A flash of phosphorescent green and then a deep, comforting darkness.}

I am not alarmed. {Well he is, but he is smiling too. Yet the expression fades when he sees the scarring. What has his friend endured?} Does he know?

{Ciel of course.}

I don't understand why you aid the Phantomhives. You do not like the Queen. I can only imagine what you have seen and felt...