[ Picking up his teaspoon, Howl quietly considers the question as he gives his tea a light stir. The metal clinks softly against the porcelain teacup, like they're heralding the thoughts quietly lining up in his head. His thoughts on the question are, in fact, clear and straightforward. As he'd told Emet-Selch earlier, it's the way he feels about it all that makes him uneasy. At least he understands that now, at the time of this get-together with Ciel.
The wizard takes a sip from his cup and sets it back on the saucer. ]
...I suppose I have. Adequate in the sense that I have followed orders and given a proper effort in doing so.
[ The actions of using the spoon, stirring his tea, grasping the handle of the teacup... they've put Howl's hands above the table, into the field of view of both himself and Ciel. But now that he's put it everything down, he's still holding his hands up, looking down into his blackened, roughened palms. It seems Howl is giving Ciel a clear look at how his hands have changed, or at least, does not care if she looks anymore. These deformities are related to the topic at hand. ]
But I... [ hesitates. it takes him a moment, but he decides that he can trust her with a sliver of the thoughts neatly lined up in his head. ] ...the things I've done for the Regent... Mmm. Would I have ever done these things before I came to this world and became an Aion...?
[ Howl seems legitimately uncertain. He isn't asking himself a rhetorical question. ]
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[ Picking up his teaspoon, Howl quietly considers the question as he gives his tea a light stir. The metal clinks softly against the porcelain teacup, like they're heralding the thoughts quietly lining up in his head. His thoughts on the question are, in fact, clear and straightforward. As he'd told Emet-Selch earlier, it's the way he feels about it all that makes him uneasy. At least he understands that now, at the time of this get-together with Ciel.
The wizard takes a sip from his cup and sets it back on the saucer. ]
...I suppose I have. Adequate in the sense that I have followed orders and given a proper effort in doing so.
[ The actions of using the spoon, stirring his tea, grasping the handle of the teacup... they've put Howl's hands above the table, into the field of view of both himself and Ciel. But now that he's put it everything down, he's still holding his hands up, looking down into his blackened, roughened palms. It seems Howl is giving Ciel a clear look at how his hands have changed, or at least, does not care if she looks anymore. These deformities are related to the topic at hand. ]
But I... [ hesitates. it takes him a moment, but he decides that he can trust her with a sliver of the thoughts neatly lined up in his head. ] ...the things I've done for the Regent... Mmm. Would I have ever done these things before I came to this world and became an Aion...?
[ Howl seems legitimately uncertain. He isn't asking himself a rhetorical question. ]