[Those fingers will stay there, playing at the strands until Ciel wants them gone.]

I'm not so sure about that. Could they have done any better in your shoes? The only living descendant of a great estate? What does it matter if you had a twin? You're still the only living son, as far as anyone knew. Let them tell you they could have done any better, and at your age, and I'll show you a liar, I will.