[Setsuna doesn't speak for a bit, just leans his head back, bottom lip bit down. He blinks his eyes, then his free hand reaches up to behind his neck again, nails pressed in once more. Aside from the burn of metal carving into his flesh, the pain still lingering in the letters already made, he feels the blood start to dribble down. The metallic smell is stronger. He has to focus not to squirm.]
Good point. [He finally answers, eyes trailing up to the ceiling.] Not that I want to visit more Hells. One was enough.
[As for the murder, Setsuna doesn't comment to that further.]
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Good point. [He finally answers, eyes trailing up to the ceiling.] Not that I want to visit more Hells. One was enough.
[As for the murder, Setsuna doesn't comment to that further.]