Three

[demonlordling]

[There's a rise of brazen violin notes rising from the papers' folds. For those musically inclined, it's Bach. It isn't bad, exactly. Technique-wise, it's very exacting, but there's no passion in it at all, hitting each note as if it were simply a bump in the road to avoid. The player sighs in frustration, and hurls the bow as far from his body as

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[demonlordling]

[Another sigh... He isn't about to be upset with her. It wasn't her fault.]

Forgive me. Perhaps I grow restless. Our free will remains, but it seems like little more than a goldfish inside a large, well-furnished bowl. There are still glass walls.

This place has been good to some. If I were to be candid with myself, my homeland would not fare me much better.

[demonlordling]

Hopeless... Ah, yes.

Rhyme. Like the musical notes? How charming. Ciel Phantomhive... Who, for his part, is rather ashamed you had to come to know me this way.

I am not accustomed to being so removed from control.

[demonlordling]

Ah... Unnecessary. We are not too apart in age. Ciel is fine.

It was a Bach piece, I believe. I'm not terribly talented at the violin. I confess that I don't possess the patience.