[ When the guitar makes contact, Ciel winces and looks away, because even if he can shoot someone and shoot to kill, that's wholly different than beating someone to death. The wet cracks are hard to hear, but he steels himself to them, since there will be more to come. The grip on his gun tightens in anxiety, but he has to repeat that to himself.
There will be more to come, so he has to do what's necessary.
Ciel releases the breath he had forgotten he was holding with an exhale, then approaches Ibuki once it's quite certain that he's dead. He just keeps his gun in one hand, but then reaches up to touch Ibuki's shoulder with the other. His eyes are pointedly not on Kuzuryuu. ]
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There will be more to come, so he has to do what's necessary.
Ciel releases the breath he had forgotten he was holding with an exhale, then approaches Ibuki once it's quite certain that he's dead. He just keeps his gun in one hand, but then reaches up to touch Ibuki's shoulder with the other. His eyes are pointedly not on Kuzuryuu. ]
What messy business. Let's return, Ibuki.