[He's hardly fooling Ciel, though he's welcome to fool himself. Ciel can't guarantee that he won't call him out on it though.]
It's not a problem, of course not. [Side eyes Mickey like a proper British lord.] Until you've suppressed it enough that it blows up in your face. This place won't stop trying to exploit our weaknesses. It'll host a hundred events to do so, if need be. We can only face it head-on. Only then does it lose its power over us. Or are you accustomed to not acknowledging your pain?