It hurts. Nezumi expects it, but expectations can only prepare you for so much. Somehow, throughout the excruciating pain, he remains focused, always capable of doing what needs to be done in order to achieve his objective, even if it means handling mind-numbing pain.

Nezumi isn't silent. It isn't a simple hiss. As much as he'd like to claim he has an inhuman ability to tolerate pain, it's not true. Even with the capacity to handle a lot and keep going, Nezumi is very much human, and the scream of agony erupts from his mouth as the flesh is burnt away when his fingers are submerged.

It hurts. It damn hurts, and it's all he can do to pull the hand back.

"Got it."

It's almost as hiss, a breath of air through his lips that manage to form the semblance of words as he makes his way over to the mechanism, his hand completely ruined. It'll be healed soon, but each second feels like a thousand.

A twist, a turn, and Setsuna's free. The moment the lock opens, Nezumi drops the key.