[But then, something seems to stiffen in her frame. She reaches out to fill her glass with a careful but full pour, then tips it down in one smooth and decisive movement as if it was water. It's highly likely just a coincidence, Ciel doesn't have the energy or paranoia to really consider the alternative anyway. But the bitter irony had already settled on her palate, and not something a mere shot of alcohol can wash down. After all, the last thing she remembers before coming here took place within the hallway of a school building, even if it was late at night with nothing but the dimmed stars and moon illuminating the debris, among other things--]
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