[The touch against his elbow made him remember himself, remember that Sebastian would not let him die, though he might allow pain or fear -- it was oddly comforting, but Ciel reflected, also twisted... and blackly amusing. Ciel allowed the connection for a moment before he moved his arm, picking up the fork and working the perfect first bite onto his fork.]
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Madam Unohana is providing treatment.
[A pause, and for now, he'll allow it.]
Who else knows?