[The judgmental disappointment on Ciel's face does not fade in the slightest.
They're... all... from... England...
His eye moves down to the blackglass, squints a tad, then moves back up to Shinji's face.] Why? [It's the only thing he can think to ask. Why? Why this?]
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They're... all... from... England...
His eye moves down to the blackglass, squints a tad, then moves back up to Shinji's face.] Why? [It's the only thing he can think to ask. Why? Why this?]
Do they... really listen to this in your time?