[Terrifying, isn't it, to find out that your nightmares are real? Sebastian has seen the occasional human driven to madness just from the sight of those shadows. There's a deep misery to that kind of damage, but nothing that holds his interest. He wants meals carved from stronger stuff. One branch of darkness emerges from that approaching void, wrapping itself around Ciel's gun.]
Liar. [He says it quietly, almost softly. Perhaps right now Ciel truly believes that's what happened, perhaps not. Sebastian doesn't care. His shadows have reached Ciel now; their edges tugging at the soles of his shoes, starting to creep up his legs. The gun is no longer visible, wrapped in cold darkness, and Sebastian himself is now mere metres away.]
You would do well to remember soon. [If not... well.]