Scratchy and worn, Setsuna asked, "Really?" in a disbelieving tone, before laughing, loud. Whip choking him or not, it was like Lucifer told him the funniest joke ever.

He had to lick his lips, his hands tight in their binds, but clearly straining to reach for the whip and pull it away from his neck. Setsuna couldn't say much more like that, but he wanted to. He wanted to throw it all in Lucifer's face.

He tried, but the words might have died out, and some of it might not have made it far.

"If so, he shouldn't have fucking died for me. I'd rather that, him not caring for me, and him alive."