Christ, because you're like twelve, and, weirdly, I'm concerned about kids.

[ This is why Jack calls him a turd later. Vendetta: set.

Jack doesn't acknowledge his own injury, though, even though it doesn't exactly feel great. Some people are scrambling off to get first aid kits, bandages, anything, so Jack feels relatively okay with not being one of them. He shakes his head to Ciel's question and exhales a frustrated half-sigh. ]

Hell, I don't know. Seemed like a good idea at the time? Which, hooray, we can go check out a body. Awesome. We're all happy for that.