"..."

Despite knowing that Ciel had picked up on what was bothering Marisa, the witch was still reluctant to voice it. She was worried that she'd be told it was nothing to be concerned about - dismissed, almost. Right now... With this subject... She's not sure she can handle being nagged over this.

"...yeah." But Ciel already had half of it figured out. "And... the machine. The one everyone thought the one in the Dairy was. Alice told me my soul had..."