[Setsuna shudders at first, and lets out a shaky breath. He manages to calm his nerves enough to ease his forearm, although Squalo has long started. To the side, his opposite hand clenches his thigh, scrunching up his pants.]

Probably gonna scar, either way. [Setsuna manages to say, but isn't looking at Squalo's handiwork, even as he feels the blood start to bead up at the beginning.]

And that's super long. Would rather pick a short one. I don' want respect for this shit.