[Setsuna still refuses to look, his eyes studying the iron maiden, uncomfortably. His other hand moves to the back his neck, his barely there nails trying to claw into his own skin. He tries to focus on the conversation.]

Lucifer.... Is he really Lucifer?

And I don't want respect, because I'm not proud of it. [Setsuna's expression - marred by a brief wince - is full of shame.] It was just some poor guy in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

[Setsuna can actually agree with the jab. That sort of thing is annoying, but he's too busy wallowing.]