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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[selenoscape]

That was very pretty.

[A pause.]

I think maybe we have to make the best of what we have while we're here. Like each other.

[demonlordling]

[...Aw... I mean, humph.]

Each other? Ah. Don't trapped creatures begin to quarrel?

[selenoscape]

Sometimes. That's why we need to make sure we all work together.

[demonlordling]

Mortals aren't very talented at that. That's why there are wars.

[selenoscape]

Does that mean we shouldn't try?

[demonlordling]

Ah. I guess it would do no harm.

[selenoscape]

My name is Estelle. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[demonlordling]

The pleasure is mine, Miss Estelle. Earl Ciel Phantomhive, my lady.