Indefinite Hiatus /あたしも休暇中っか...

I am not sure who 'Claude' is, anonymous stranger, so I cannot make a comparison between that person and myself. Speaking purely for myself, I do not make a habit out of consuming human flesh, although sometimes it is the easiest disposal method, as it were, when one is dealing with an inconvenient human corpse, so the taste is not unfamiliar to me.

(Does Claude eat human flesh?????)

I would not call it a treat, anonymous stranger. Human souls are what I need to sustain myself. The physical form is not of interest to me for its flavour, although I have 'disposed' of enough humans to discern the fact that their flavour can be thoroughly spoiled by certain emotions. I understand that this is the same for the animals that you humans consume.

I am not of any human nationality, anonymous stranger. I am, however, currently in service to a British master, and as such I have made sure to adjust my mannerisms and behaviour to the society around me so as not to raise undue suspicion.

You humans and your pity... it continues to fascinate me. A human who makes a contract with me knows what they are giving up - and if they don't, their own lack of research is to blame for this more so than anything else. Consuming their soul is my reward for serving them, the agreement made between them and myself, so it would be strange for me to feel remorse or pity for someone making this choice of their own free will. If I were to briefly entertain the notion, please consider the following. Once a contract is signed, ending said contract can only be done in very limited ways. By far the easiest of these ways is to fulfil the clauses of said contract, at which point the human who made the contract with me forfeits their soul. For me to spare them I would have to break the contract, and as that would have severe consequences for myself I do not think I would be easily persuaded to spare someone, no matter how pitiful their story. Besides this, I suspect you would find it hard to pity any human that has summoned one like me. After all, the price one pays for my services is one most humans find deplorable. To summon one such as myself, one forfeits one's right to salvation, at least in the eyes of many.

My master does not like me to appear anything less than human while I am at his side. Given the nature of his work and the extensive list of enemies he has managed to acquire, this leaves me very little time for self-expression, as it were.

Aww........poor Sebas. I've been in situations before where I had to sit like a perfect doll for hours without any chance to stretch..........and that's only a few hours too

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I find that there are very few humans who truly have no desires, anonymous stranger. There are definitely humans who have humble desires - food and shelter, for example - while other humans want for very little, and only desire to keep what they already possess. The desire to live, the desire to leave a mark on the world, the desire to be known to others as what one truly is - these are the desires that I find most humans possess without even realising they are desires. Your species is truly fascinating in its lack of self-reflection.

Aside from this, the experience of being so powerless and weak would likely get tiresome rather quickly. Perhaps it would give me some insight into human psychology if I were to experience it for myself.

You are assuming that it has any 'taste' to speak of in the first place, anonymous stranger. It is better not to make too many assumptions of that nature.

To my great regret, my contract binds me to save my master over everything and everyone else. Not even the plight of that most delightful of creatures could come before my duty, although I would certainly go to great lengths to ensure that I could save both.

It was not so much made of me as it was made of matter that I had manipulated into appearing like human food. It is not made of me, but cannot exist without me. As for the Phantomhive manor, it is entirely composed of earthly materials. My master has me rebuild any damage done to it painstakingly by hand, brick by tedious brick.

Once I have willed a form into being it becomes a physical manifestation, which means it will adhere to the laws of physics as any other physical object would. There are ways to counteract this of course, but in my current position I rarely get to employ such methods, as my master prefers me to keep up the pretence of being an ordinary human being.

It was certainly very uncomfortable. I would have strongly preferred to use my own innate abilities, but alas, I am currently forbidden from doing so.

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