You know... I haven't been high once while here that wasn't because of bad milk. Do you have any idea how much it sucks not to be able to take a vacation from my own mind? I'd have killed for the damn town to give me my mushrooms back.
Definitely at least somewhat, actually. I'm quite grateful to the first magus who came up with self-hypnosis and put it to use. And if you just asked me, I would have went to trade some back at the Post Office in your place.
That would've required me being willing to give up something I'd gotten back, ze. Wasn't willing to part with any of that just cause I wanted to be stoned out of my mind for a few days.
[a small shrug from the back.] If you're that smart, work on something practical instead. So are you telling me that what you're insisting on, is the supposed happiness of two people?
And yet you do coexist and you do more than just assist her when needed. For all you try to appear otherwise, Ciel, you care for her. In some weird-ass way that's not normal, yes, but you still care for her.
A princess needs a prince, ze. I've seen you be her prince before. [Marisa slides off the counter and starts to leave, but stops at Ciel's shoulder.] You should've done it then. That was the right moment, when it was like you were both under the spell...
Only I know there was absolutely no magic involved. Try again, Ciel.
[And now Marisa leaves Ciel to finish dinner. She'll go lay down on the couch until it's ready.]
Marisa doesn't know that the one person Ciel acknowledges in having loved - maybe still do, is the very knight whom, back home, has devoted the rest of his human lifespan to protect that princess and keep her smile alive. There was already a prince, whom Ciel personally assisted in guarding his princess. It would be beyond ridiculous, a terribly poor joke, the very idea of a shift in that sort of situation.
Marisa doesn't know either why Arcueid was so reluctant to speak of Ciel. Because Arcueid Brunestud, although indirect, is part of the reason why her life has been torn in shambles. If that woman in white never existed, Roa would have never met her, never fallen the way he has. ...Not that Ciel begrudges either of them, not at this point, but that sort of information can help put things in better perspective.
There are other reasons. Other excuses. (After a while, they become the same thing. Maybe.) But honestly? Thinking about them or making them would be more effort than what they're worth. And so, she lets the silence stay. She can appreciate Marisa's enthusiasm, really, but things just aren't the way she perceives them.
Maybe it was just a difference in opinion.
...
Either way, she's got dinner to set up, so she'll get her focus back on that.]
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And that's a poor rebuttal, ze. Try again.
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It'll have to be from another angle, hm.
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Her actions momentarily stall.]
The White Princess of the True Ancestors a nuisance, and we shouldn't coexist. But with all that's happened, I'm willing to assist her when need be.
[She resumes.]
That's all there is to it.
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A princess needs a prince, ze. I've seen you be her prince before. [Marisa slides off the counter and starts to leave, but stops at Ciel's shoulder.] You should've done it then. That was the right moment, when it was like you were both under the spell...
Only I know there was absolutely no magic involved. Try again, Ciel.
[And now Marisa leaves Ciel to finish dinner. She'll go lay down on the couch until it's ready.]
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Marisa doesn't know that the one person Ciel acknowledges in having loved - maybe still do, is the very knight whom, back home, has devoted the rest of his human lifespan to protect that princess and keep her smile alive. There was already a prince, whom Ciel personally assisted in guarding his princess. It would be beyond ridiculous, a terribly poor joke, the very idea of a shift in that sort of situation.
Marisa doesn't know either why Arcueid was so reluctant to speak of Ciel. Because Arcueid Brunestud, although indirect, is part of the reason why her life has been torn in shambles. If that woman in white never existed, Roa would have never met her, never fallen the way he has. ...Not that Ciel begrudges either of them, not at this point, but that sort of information can help put things in better perspective.
There are other reasons. Other excuses. (After a while, they become the same thing. Maybe.) But honestly? Thinking about them or making them would be more effort than what they're worth. And so, she lets the silence stay. She can appreciate Marisa's enthusiasm, really, but things just aren't the way she perceives them.
Maybe it was just a difference in opinion.
...
Either way, she's got dinner to set up, so she'll get her focus back on that.]