[ He says it gently, more gently than Ciel tends to speak, then waits until she's far enough away that Ciel is sure she won't see what happens. The sound will be a bit harder to block out, but he knows firsthand that it's seeing it that's the real problem.
He's standing a good distance away, because this is supposed to look like it could be Legion's work. Ciel is no sniper (far from it), but he's hoping that the only person that would be able to tell that this isn't a sniper's shot was Legion itself, whose word couldn't be trusted. Ciel just hunts for sport, as an English nobleman is expected to do. It's different, but with Sebastian's strict training? It's enough.
Ciel levels the shotgun easily, practiced and perfect, and though he's looking at Dipper's head as he aims, he tries to imagine something different. It's not a person. It's just game that he's hunting, as he's done many times before. He murmurs it under his breath, then pulls the trigger, and the shot hits perfectly where it's supposed to, with the recoil controlled well, despite Ciel's small, unassuming frame. He averts his eyes quickly, since there's something about knowing that this was someone's brother, a twin that—
He cuts the thought off quickly as he pulls the lever of the shotgun to pop out the shell, which he collects after a moment for it to cool. Ciel had watched Mabel leave, so it's easy to find her. He holds his shotgun in one hand, but then after a moment's hesitation, he offers his other hand for Mabel to take. ]
I'll walk you back. [ Which is all he says, at least to start ]
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[ He says it gently, more gently than Ciel tends to speak, then waits until she's far enough away that Ciel is sure she won't see what happens. The sound will be a bit harder to block out, but he knows firsthand that it's seeing it that's the real problem.
He's standing a good distance away, because this is supposed to look like it could be Legion's work. Ciel is no sniper (far from it), but he's hoping that the only person that would be able to tell that this isn't a sniper's shot was Legion itself, whose word couldn't be trusted. Ciel just hunts for sport, as an English nobleman is expected to do. It's different, but with Sebastian's strict training? It's enough.
Ciel levels the shotgun easily, practiced and perfect, and though he's looking at Dipper's head as he aims, he tries to imagine something different. It's not a person. It's just game that he's hunting, as he's done many times before. He murmurs it under his breath, then pulls the trigger, and the shot hits perfectly where it's supposed to, with the recoil controlled well, despite Ciel's small, unassuming frame. He averts his eyes quickly, since there's something about knowing that this was someone's brother, a twin that—
He cuts the thought off quickly as he pulls the lever of the shotgun to pop out the shell, which he collects after a moment for it to cool. Ciel had watched Mabel leave, so it's easy to find her. He holds his shotgun in one hand, but then after a moment's hesitation, he offers his other hand for Mabel to take. ]
I'll walk you back. [ Which is all he says, at least to start ]