♔ [007] -- DREAM - BROADCAST MIND
I didn't come back "here" to obtain happiness. I came back to fight.
The day you pledged your allegiance to Her Majesty, Queen Victoria, was another rebirth. Your second, after the tragedy, months ago. But, you only dwell on "that day" in your nightmares.
The Queen is smiling, and warmly welcomes you back into the world. Into society. And you know full well what this means, because it won't be long before you become her Watchdog. There are so many other people there as well, watching with great interest as you are drawn back into the fold. Some of them are undoubtedly speaking wrongly of you, the Earl of Phantomhive. They don't understand what you've been through, what you're going to do. They'll never feel your drives, your resolve.
You're willing to bet that some of them sent the failed assassins. But, that's a matter for another time. Because the eyes are still on you.
And they'll always be, really. The eyes of the nobles, envious and foolish. The eyes of the members of the Underworld, vengeful and cursing your name. The eyes of Madame Red, who stands in the back of the room, looking after you in your mother's stead.
But... even in the dark of night, hidden under the covers in a blind panic, there are eyes on you. Watching, waiting. There's a wide, gleaming smile, too, but that isn't what scares you.
They're all dead... they're glaring at me...
You aren't in your decorated, tailored clothes any longer. You wear something much more befitting of a boy your age; a look of terror, of a child torn to pieces by the shadows that lurk in the room.
But, even from under the blanket, you know they're still out there. They'll always be out there...
The day you pledged your allegiance to Her Majesty, Queen Victoria, was another rebirth. Your second, after the tragedy, months ago. But, you only dwell on "that day" in your nightmares.
The Queen is smiling, and warmly welcomes you back into the world. Into society. And you know full well what this means, because it won't be long before you become her Watchdog. There are so many other people there as well, watching with great interest as you are drawn back into the fold. Some of them are undoubtedly speaking wrongly of you, the Earl of Phantomhive. They don't understand what you've been through, what you're going to do. They'll never feel your drives, your resolve.
You're willing to bet that some of them sent the failed assassins. But, that's a matter for another time. Because the eyes are still on you.
And they'll always be, really. The eyes of the nobles, envious and foolish. The eyes of the members of the Underworld, vengeful and cursing your name. The eyes of Madame Red, who stands in the back of the room, looking after you in your mother's stead.
But... even in the dark of night, hidden under the covers in a blind panic, there are eyes on you. Watching, waiting. There's a wide, gleaming smile, too, but that isn't what scares you.
They're all dead... they're glaring at me...
You aren't in your decorated, tailored clothes any longer. You wear something much more befitting of a boy your age; a look of terror, of a child torn to pieces by the shadows that lurk in the room.
But, even from under the blanket, you know they're still out there. They'll always be out there...