"CLINT!" Setsuna cries out, struggling, just long enough to get painful reminders of why he's trying not to strain against the contraption he's in. He stops, and just stares with a horrified expression.

He knows all of it, from experience. That it doesn't matter if he can put himself back together, it'll still hurt. That the acid hurts. That Clint has to be a very good fucking person to do this for him.

"You didn't have to...you really didn't have to," Setsuna starts muttering, tears in his eyes as he shakes his head in disbelief.

He forces himself to smile when Clint says he has the key, because he better be grateful.

"We need to get your hand taken care of." The demons were supposed to do that. What a crappy time for Setsuna powers to be useless.