Ciel took a step forward before she could stop herself, snarling, her fangs only just visible. Her will exerted itself over the frenzy and she stopped mid-advance, shaking.<br/><br/>"You're a fucking brat," she snapped, though for all intents and purposes he looked older than she did even behind his mask. "You self-righteous hypocrite. You have no idea what you're talking about, do you? You've never even seen someone feed. It's the most intimate experience and you liken it to... to cattle!"<br/><br/>She turned her face from him, too enraged to recognize his voice. "I can smell it on you, that hate. You're no different than a witch hunter, you don't have any idea what you're doing!"<br/><br/>Her eyes snapped back to him, and for a moment they seemed to light up supernaturally. Her fear and anger bled from her, too easy to empathize with. She was wounded, slighted, the injustice was nearly intolerable to her. "You killed those people, nevermind us, but you've killed innocent human beings. So don't talk to me about hands in the cookie jar, kine!"