[The entrance wounds have already closed up, the torn tissue inside of him healed, all pain gone. For once he's not displeased to have been shot at - indeed, he wanted to provoke that very action. If pushed to the edge all humans will grasp at any chance to save themselves, after all. No matter what kind of human, even one so innocent, with seemingly little to no darkness in them.]
Are those not questions you should ask yourself? [Still that cold expression, that harsh tone, and since Ciel seems to have understood his predicament enough not to try to run away, Sebastian starts coming closer again, slow and menacing.]
Lies can be comforting, but no matter how they pile up they will not alter reality.