[ Oz almost doesn't need to say it, because with what Oz is fixated on alone, he can guess what had happened easily enough. He taps his fingers briefly against the table, almost anxiously, but then turns to preparing his tea instead, since it's steeped properly now. It keeps him calm, if nothing else. ]
...He was trying to kill you, wasn't he?
[ It's obvious, actually. Because Oz hadn't so much as raised a hand against Ciel when he had killed him. Oz was a peaceful person by nature, and Ciel had seen it to the point that it had taken Oz's life. He might be mistaken, but to Ciel, for Oz to actually raise a hand to hurt someone, it had to be quite extreme. ]
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...He was trying to kill you, wasn't he?
[ It's obvious, actually. Because Oz hadn't so much as raised a hand against Ciel when he had killed him. Oz was a peaceful person by nature, and Ciel had seen it to the point that it had taken Oz's life. He might be mistaken, but to Ciel, for Oz to actually raise a hand to hurt someone, it had to be quite extreme. ]