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Ciel wants to talk. He knows this means it will be something excruciatingly difficult. With that in mind, he's not sure why he agreed. He doesn't want to do this. He doesn't, but… Maybe he should. That's what he's telling himself. There are a lot of things he should do that hurt. That are difficult and exhausting and painful, so much so that he can't bear to do them.
check link for content warnings. this is intended as a direct follow-up to this fic. so it contains some references to the events of it. as usual, don't take anything here as advice, nor commentary on these behaviors/events in real life, and so on.. mother is ishmael. ain is chronically ill as he always is when i write him human.













