[If only they had a Wikipedia article on humans and their silly need for emotions that someone could link to for Sebastian.
Ciel tilts his head back against the tree, cold expression still fixed unerringly on Sebastian's face. His tone when he speaks is detached, impersonal, mostly used in his guise as the Queen's Watchdog.
Or so he thinks.
Instead, it comes out accusatory, angry, a little shaky even.]
Tell me, Sebastian. What would you have done, had I not remembered? Tortured me yourself? Recreated every moment of the agony you felt I deserved? Or would you have thought that too much effort and just ripped my soul out, for your dining pleasure?