[ When Kenny steps inside, Ciel closes the door gently behind him, but then grabs the metal bar that had been sitting near the door. It didn't seem like anything special, but Ciel had brought what he needed beforehand. He sticks the bar through the handles of the door so that they can't be opened, then walks over to the rest of the supplies he had brought. It's no more than oil, linen wrapped around a stick, and a lighter, but he sets the torch on fire before touching the torch to various points around the building until they catch.
...Something about this doesn't feel right, he realizes, but that, too, drifts away with the smoke. It makes his stomach churn, because this was no better than what had been done to him, but he must. For the sake of that, he must.
But once the building is on fire, Ciel steps back, looks at the building briefly, then walks away. He doesn't need to worry about the building catching anything else on fire—He had picked this building for that reason. ]
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[ When Kenny steps inside, Ciel closes the door gently behind him, but then grabs the metal bar that had been sitting near the door. It didn't seem like anything special, but Ciel had brought what he needed beforehand. He sticks the bar through the handles of the door so that they can't be opened, then walks over to the rest of the supplies he had brought. It's no more than oil, linen wrapped around a stick, and a lighter, but he sets the torch on fire before touching the torch to various points around the building until they catch.
...Something about this doesn't feel right, he realizes, but that, too, drifts away with the smoke. It makes his stomach churn, because this was no better than what had been done to him, but he must. For the sake of that, he must.
But once the building is on fire, Ciel steps back, looks at the building briefly, then walks away. He doesn't need to worry about the building catching anything else on fire—He had picked this building for that reason. ]