[ Ciel nods to confirm, though it's a slow, thoughtful gesture. The intensity of Oz's gaze isn't missed, so Ciel wonders if it wasn't the right thing to say, but since it is Ciel, he doesn't mull that over long. He's still committed to the idea he wants to express either way. ]

You can't help everyone, Oz.

[ And he shouldn't, Ciel thinks, but he doesn't express that part. He knows Oz well enough by now to know that would be asking the impossible. He withdraws the spoon from his tea and sets it aside, but he doesn't take a drink of his tea right away. ]

There's not always an answer, and there's not always going to be a way to help. That's just the way things are. [ Even though the sentiment is cold, Ciel's tone isn't. There's a very careful warmth to it, because to him, this is meant to be comforting. ]

You can't carry the weight of everyone else's actions, even if you want to.