It was London that represented an era. The cold winter nights, the sleeping souls, and the poignant roses painted a dusty past.
Ciel: Why didn't you hand me over in the first place?
Jay: No reason. Besides, you'll be fine, right?
Ciel: Indeed, she will not let anything happen to me while I am still of use. But why do you have to find out the truth? Sometimes, the truth is more painful than lies.
Jay: It's better to find out the truth than to have endless doubts, isn't it?