Given that you're more than a century behind me in time and medicine in my time doesn't have any sort of solution, I really don't see how you could help me. I assure you, I've looked at every possible option available, and it's completely impossible the way things are.
[ He's managed to get her wondering if it would be less infuriating to tell him the truth. Almost definitely not, but he's so damn obstinate. ]
Fine. I'll get what other information from her I can. S presumably remembers the people involved, but given your accusations I assume you wouldn't trust him to tell the whole truth.
[ ...Hopefully this "filter" function actually works the way it seems to suggest it should. ]
It was when my parents were killed. I found out just before her death that my aunt was involved in the plot against them, albeit only as a pawn herself. She let the assassins in in the dead of night. What servants woke in time to try and stop them were injured or killed. I woke up as I was getting dragged out of bed in shackles by men in masks. I don't know if they had drugged me to keep me from waking up sooner, but my father was already dead. He'd been shot in the head trying to shield me. My mother was bound and gagged on the floor, and one of the men had a gun to the back of her head. I remember screaming for them to let her go before he shot her, and then they grabbed me. One of them had a knife to my throat. One of them branded me with the same symbol that was on their guns. They must not have been intending to kill me then and there, but to sell me, experiment on me, something...
I was sobbing, begging for anyone to help me, and—when I was little, for as long as I remember, my father had told me that if he and my mother were killed, and if I was in such danger that there was nothing else I could do, I could call for "Sebastian" and he'd come for me. There was nothing else I could do, so I did. The man with the knife was telling me he'd slit my throat if I didn't stop crying, and then is voice was in my head, talking to me, promising me he would protect me no matter what, if only I asked him to. I told him to kill them all, and he did. After that, it was over in seconds. We agreed on the details of the contract afterward.
[ Even after just typing it instead of saying it, she still feels like she needs to take a breath. ]
The rest is all the same story. A few months ago I worked on a serial murder case involving an extremely deadly toxic gas. The details up to the end don't matter, but my aunt turned out to be behind it, colluding with members of the same organization as the assassins hailed from. In exchange for her part in the deaths of my parents, she was trying to use their resources to achieve immortality through medical means. The toxin was a byproduct of the experiments, and she planned to detonate a bomb armed with enough of it to kill everyone in a radius of several miles. She was going to kill me and frame me for the bombing to hide her own crimes.
...In short, in the altercation, she and I were both exposed to the gas. Knowing that, with only enough antidote to guarantee the life of one, she'd undoubtedly do anything to get it, Sebastian had planned for that and swapped out the sole dose of the antidote he was carrying with fake capsules laced with more of the toxin. Sure enough, even though I intended to spare her life, knowing that her information could lead me to the mastermind, she fell for the trap and died.
The bomb was on a timer, and if it went off, hundreds of people would have died. There was more of the antidote at my aunt's manor, but there was no time for Sebastian to both get me there safely and disarm the bomb before it exploded. I chose to try and disarm the bomb to save everyone, even though without the antidote I only had maybe ten minutes before the toxin would reach my brain and kill me. Sebastian told me that because I was choosing to throw away my life, it was in breach of contract and he no longer had any obligation or reason to save me, since all that meant would be that he'd get my soul earlier than expected.
Even left to fend for myself, I was able to shut down the bomb just in time. Sebastian finally showed up again right before I lost consciousness, seemingly to watch me die, and tell me how pathetic it was that I'd given up, but at that point I didn't care.
Only it turned out that while he'd left me there, he'd been able to get to my aunt's home and back far faster than he could have with me slowing him down. Even though I told him I'd chosen my path and accepted my fate, he managed to force me to swallow the antidote in time to save my life.
I can't pretend I truly know why, but if the contract is technically impossible to fulfill on his end, as you're theorizing, surely it would have been easier to simply devour my soul then.
[filtered to: lordphantomhive]
[ He's managed to get her wondering if it would be less infuriating to tell him the truth. Almost definitely not, but he's so damn obstinate. ]
Fine. I'll get what other information from her I can. S presumably remembers the people involved, but given your accusations I assume you wouldn't trust him to tell the whole truth.
[ ...Hopefully this "filter" function actually works the way it seems to suggest it should. ]
It was when my parents were killed. I found out just before her death that my aunt was involved in the plot against them, albeit only as a pawn herself. She let the assassins in in the dead of night. What servants woke in time to try and stop them were injured or killed. I woke up as I was getting dragged out of bed in shackles by men in masks. I don't know if they had drugged me to keep me from waking up sooner, but my father was already dead. He'd been shot in the head trying to shield me. My mother was bound and gagged on the floor, and one of the men had a gun to the back of her head. I remember screaming for them to let her go before he shot her, and then they grabbed me. One of them had a knife to my throat. One of them branded me with the same symbol that was on their guns. They must not have been intending to kill me then and there, but to sell me, experiment on me, something...
I was sobbing, begging for anyone to help me, and—when I was little, for as long as I remember, my father had told me that if he and my mother were killed, and if I was in such danger that there was nothing else I could do, I could call for "Sebastian" and he'd come for me. There was nothing else I could do, so I did. The man with the knife was telling me he'd slit my throat if I didn't stop crying, and then is voice was in my head, talking to me, promising me he would protect me no matter what, if only I asked him to. I told him to kill them all, and he did. After that, it was over in seconds. We agreed on the details of the contract afterward.
[ Even after just typing it instead of saying it, she still feels like she needs to take a breath. ]
The rest is all the same story. A few months ago I worked on a serial murder case involving an extremely deadly toxic gas. The details up to the end don't matter, but my aunt turned out to be behind it, colluding with members of the same organization as the assassins hailed from. In exchange for her part in the deaths of my parents, she was trying to use their resources to achieve immortality through medical means. The toxin was a byproduct of the experiments, and she planned to detonate a bomb armed with enough of it to kill everyone in a radius of several miles. She was going to kill me and frame me for the bombing to hide her own crimes.
...In short, in the altercation, she and I were both exposed to the gas. Knowing that, with only enough antidote to guarantee the life of one, she'd undoubtedly do anything to get it, Sebastian had planned for that and swapped out the sole dose of the antidote he was carrying with fake capsules laced with more of the toxin. Sure enough, even though I intended to spare her life, knowing that her information could lead me to the mastermind, she fell for the trap and died.
The bomb was on a timer, and if it went off, hundreds of people would have died. There was more of the antidote at my aunt's manor, but there was no time for Sebastian to both get me there safely and disarm the bomb before it exploded. I chose to try and disarm the bomb to save everyone, even though without the antidote I only had maybe ten minutes before the toxin would reach my brain and kill me. Sebastian told me that because I was choosing to throw away my life, it was in breach of contract and he no longer had any obligation or reason to save me, since all that meant would be that he'd get my soul earlier than expected.
Even left to fend for myself, I was able to shut down the bomb just in time. Sebastian finally showed up again right before I lost consciousness, seemingly to watch me die, and tell me how pathetic it was that I'd given up, but at that point I didn't care.
Only it turned out that while he'd left me there, he'd been able to get to my aunt's home and back far faster than he could have with me slowing him down. Even though I told him I'd chosen my path and accepted my fate, he managed to force me to swallow the antidote in time to save my life.
I can't pretend I truly know why, but if the contract is technically impossible to fulfill on his end, as you're theorizing, surely it would have been easier to simply devour my soul then.