[Ciel can't help the soft cry that escapes at the manifestation of Sebastian's powers, his earlier bravado rocked on its foundations. He's had nightmares before of voids of darkness swallowing him whole, unforgiving and ruthless as it tore into his flesh while seeking something underneath, nightmares only soothed when he's contently situated between the warmth of his parents.
Maybe Sebastian can't detect a trace of the misery that was there in the more seasoned Ciel, but he's certainly causing a new type of misery with this one.]
[Ciel touches the patch with his left hand, the right still tight around the grip of the gun and aiming it at Sebastian, no matter how useless the gesture is.] It was... [Injured? No. That's not right. He can't recall how or even when he'd injured his eye. But the cloth is a familiar weight on his face, so he must wear it for a reason.] I hurt it during a hunt. Not that it's any of your concern.