[Setsuna lets the conversation of different Hells drop, as he takes in a sharp breath of air while the blade curves around, shaping that last letter. Maybe Murder was a bad idea, after all.]
Good. Now what do we do? [He pulls his arm back to his body and keeps it away from Squalo as the marks continue to burn. He doesn't even touch on the crying part.] Can we get out now?
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Good. Now what do we do? [He pulls his arm back to his body and keeps it away from Squalo as the marks continue to burn. He doesn't even touch on the crying part.] Can we get out now?