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"Trust. It's like placing a blade in someone's hand, then pointing the tip at your heart."
Sebastian looked down at his sleeping master and puffed air out of his lungs, absentmindedly brushing a lock of hair out of Young Master's face. "You trust me to easily, Young Master." The black haired demon mused, touching a gloved hand to the eye that contained their contract. "One would find it worrisome that you would trust a demon so carelessly." He smirked as he drew his hand back from the boy's face and watched his master with glowing red eyes.
"Trust is so careless... one never knows when you might go to bed one night and wake up with a knife in your heart." He tutted before walking away from his sleeping master, gently shutting the door behind him as to not alert anyone of his presence. Ciel shifted in his sleep when he subconsciously noticed the person in his room was gone, and quietly muttered, "S-shut up, Sebastian..."