[Look, it's hard playing a cyclops when always playing two-eyes!! At least he covered it with the eyepatch!!
Ciel gives Bigby a look, but, though strange, it's somewhat unreadable in meaning. It quickly twists away, and he slams his fist against the table.] I don't care. [People who give up piss him off so much!!] I'll make him live until he finishes the job.
[GOD! He rubs his forehead with a few fingers, eye closed, then lowers them when it opens. After a sigh, he writes, in heavily pressed pencil:] Everything. Outside of here, there's nothing left.
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Ciel gives Bigby a look, but, though strange, it's somewhat unreadable in meaning. It quickly twists away, and he slams his fist against the table.] I don't care. [People who give up piss him off so much!!] I'll make him live until he finishes the job.
[GOD! He rubs his forehead with a few fingers, eye closed, then lowers them when it opens. After a sigh, he writes, in heavily pressed pencil:] Everything. Outside of here, there's nothing left.