[ For a very, very brief moment, Ange imagines herself as a rabbit. And she wrinkles her nose at the thought, it's too weird... she's not cute like that, okay! ]

I don't think it's something to be jealous of.. [ Nor is she so strong - or so she thinks, at least. Ange wants to be strong more than anything, but she knows her own weakness more than anyone else. It's why she can't accept the compliment as easily - especially not when it comes from Ciel, who always seems so much like she has everything together. ]

I mean, it's just the conclusion I arrived at after a really, really long journey. Maybe it's exactly that kind of experience that slowly changes you into an old lady who can say corny stuff like that, so in that case you should know more about it than me, Ciel-san.