We met in the gutters where every filthy thing known to man is discharged.
We were all incomplete somehow.
We were all broken somewhere.
We were all abandoned in the gutter for our deformities.
dakara hayaku ishi kurai oborete goran
Just give up your will and let it drown
kairaku e to yami e to rasen kaidan
In a spiral staircase of pleasure and darkness
magari kunetta sono tochuu de
Going through this tortuous way
iku to donna kurui na yaiba
What is this crazy edge?
kaerichi rensai to, kirei na yoru
The spurt of blood doesn't stop, what a beautiful night
mou nanimo kamo zenbu wasuresasete ageru kara
I'll make you forget everything
saa azatoi kizu wa iranai
We don't need wounds and bruises for revenge
fukushuu ni yes my lord
Yes, my lord!
modorenaku tatte
Even if I can't go back
ori no naka de tsunagatta mama
Locked up in this cage
futari bisatsu kagiri
Beautifully killing with you till the end
dokomademo kyouki e
Madness is everywhere
His Butler, Executing
There was no way we could get a job in England.
Hey! Get back here, you little brat!
Even stealing was hard with bodies like these.
Bastard!
I can't recall how we actually managed to eke out an existence.
We just hid in the gutter and survived somehow.
And then, one day...
A curious man who took in gutter rats came along.
Tom, he was a piper's son,
He learnt to play when he was young,
And all the tune that he could play
Was "over the hills and far away";
Over the hills and a great way off,
What's wrong?
The wind shall blow my top-knot off.
What are you sulking for?
It's nothing.
People get used to luxury.
Even though this is heaven compared to the gutter, people always want more.
Hey, Jumbo!
This one says he wants to play with them!
What?
Okay then.
Get on my back.
Th-That's okay!
Why are you being shy?
Go on.
Can we join in?
Sure!
You wanna join them too?
No, I'm fine.
If I had a right arm, I'd be happy to carry you over.
I'm sorry.
I told you I wasn't interested.
I see.
This way!
What a nice breeze.
Son of Caren Taylor, a prostitute.
No record of a real name.
Born on April 2nd, 1863.
Died on February 9th, 1889 of massive blood loss.
No additional remarks.
That's one evaluation completed.
Honestly, I can't imagine what Personnel is thinking.
I told them this wasn't a job fit for only one man, so their answer was to send me...
...Ronald Knox.
Sorry, Mr. Spears.
I came as fast as I could.
Are you ticked off?
Or just disappointed I'm your backup?
No. That thing's suspension ends today, so I was foreboding the worst.
I'm glad I was mistaken.
Come to think of it, Mr. Sutcliff was hyped about going on another case.
Which was it?
The Phantomhive manor?
Yeah, that one!
That seemed a lot easier...
How unfortunate...
...for you and for him.
Who's talking about me?
Honestly, bringing emotions to the job only creates extra work.
Our job as Grim Reapers is to review and collect souls from the list we get from above.
Nothing more.
And the review is merely a formality.
Subjects are removed from the list only if they are potentially beneficial to the world.
But humans with such value are nigh nonexistent.
So Grim Reapers do no more than confirm that the possibility hasn't happened.
Without attachment, without incident.
Well then, let's get these confirmations done already.
There's a party with the secretarial people today.
Besides, I'm not really into working overtime.
The cause of death for the souls slated for review was burning, but it was a demon that triggered the fire.
What?! For real?!
He doesn't seem to be the type to scavenge for food, but we mustn't be careless.
If he steals even one soul, we will have to write a report with the details.
Gotcha. I'm all fired up.
Because I'm against overtime.
Ronald Knox, that Death Scythe...
I got permission.
I'm on good terms with a gal in the General Affairs department.
Very well.
Let's get them all collected before the shift ends.
Roger!
No soul left behind.
What is this?
What's happening?
Brother!
Brother Joker!
Black? Smile?
What are you doing here?
What happened? Where's Joker?
I'm afraid he has passed away.
What are you saying, Black?
Hey, Smile, talk to me!
Don't presume to touch me!
By order of Her Majesty, we were pursuing a gang of serial child kidnappers.
You really were with the Yard?
You're here to catch us?
No, not quite.
We are here to eradicate you, in the name of the Phantomhives, the Queen's Watchdogs.
The Queen's Watchdogs...
The Phantomhives...
Don't tell me...
Smile...
You're a Phantomhive?
Then it was a lie?
All of it?!
That's right.
My name is Ciel Phantomhive.
I have but one duty:
to eliminate what troubles the queen.
That's why I killed them.
Kelvin, Joker...
I killed them all.
Us in a circus?
Father's being unrealistic again.
No, he's not!
With this leg Father gave me, I can do anything!
I wanna be a cool knife-thrower!
Let's do it!
Yeah!
All right!
Then we'd better choose stage names first.
Jumbo is fine.
You'll be "Beast."
And you'll be "Dagger."
Simple is best, right?
Awesome!
Hey, give me a name too!
Let's see...
Okay, you'll be "Doll"!
Forget it! I don't want a girly name!
It doesn't fit me.
Of course it fits you.
After all, you're our cute little sister.
I won't forgive you... I won't forgive you...
I'll never forgive you!
Smile!
Sebastian...
Everyone has but one soul.
I told you to take care of yours.
But with great power, you steadily forget the weight of irreversible deeds.
You only realize it after they become unsupportable.
How many times have I given this warning now?
Right, Earl Phantomhive?
What now?
Just report what we observe.
The poor thing.
He may have a punishment coming.
That's not for us to decide.
The decision belongs to Her Majesty alone.
What happened to Joker and the others?
They were supposed to be back today.
"I don't smell them yet, so they're not close by," says Oscar.
This is the first time this's happened, right?
Are they okay?
"They said they'd be back by morning," says Emily.
Breakfast's ready!
Okay!
Snake, I'll bring yours.
What do we do about today's show?
Get the second-tier ready just in case?
It's lonely being by myself.
Sir! How about an orange?
Buy one.
Thank you!
May God bless your journey.
As it was short notice, there were no third-class tickets available, so I'm also in first class.
Apologies.
I don't especially care.
May I ask one question?
What is it?
Why go to the workhouse where they were raised?
They've lost their patron.
You can't run a workhouse without one.
We could refer it to those like Earl Burton, who don't frown on charities.
Out of pity?
Loose ends are also a Phantomhive's duty.
There's no need for civilians to be sacrificed due to the selfish actions of the underground.
Then why did we kill those children?
I've seen many children like them before.
Once they're in that condition, there's no coming back.
Therefore...
They are better off dead?
How arrogant of you.
Is there any human who isn't arrogant?
I have never met one.
How much strength do you think a weak person,
let alone a child, would need to recover from that situation?
That night, I was at the point of being irreparably broken when I was able to summon you.
The only reason I recovered is because I obtained power.
But you were the only demon there last night.
And you belong to me.
Indeed, I am arrogant.
But not so much that I can irresponsibly boast about saving people.
Certainly.
The Renbourn Workhouse?
Yes.
Would you be so kind to take us there?
I don't mind as it's on the way, but what business does a noble have there?
Just a few little things.
I can't promise you a comfortable ride.
Tom, he was a piper's son,
He learnt to play when he was young,
And all the tune that he could play,
Was "over the hills and far away";
Over the hills and a great way off,
The wind shall blow my top-knot off.
Over the hills and far away...
It should be over that hill.
It appears Baron Kelvin was lying.
By the state of these ruins, I'd say the place has been deserted for quite some time.
And from the way that doctor spoke, I would venture that the orphans here were...
Please! Don't kill him!
Be as he may, we owe him our lives!
We have lots of brothers and sisters back at the workhouse who are still young.
I won't forgive you...
I'll never forgive you!
Young master...
There was nothing here!
What they wanted to protect was long gone!
They had no idea!
They were so desperate too...
And then they died!
Sneering at their desperate wish and crushing it like a bug!
So underhanded! So monstrous!
It's more demonic than an actual demon!
I'm no different.
I'm full of the same ugliness that they were.
This is what a human is!
I'm a human being, Sebastian!
Yes.
Indeed.
Unlike demons, you possess an ugly, complex malice.
You are liars, struggle desperately, and advance at others' expense.
You steal and are stolen from, making excuses all the while.
And yet you aim to get over the hills and far away.
That is what makes humans interesting.