[ Brats. Both of them. Unbearable and obstinate brats. He focuses on Setsuna with a burnt sneer. ] You don't know Diva's words -- or anything about this family -- so don't pretend to. [ Disdainful, ] Anyway, shouldn't you be fussing over your dear little sister instead of sneaking into someone else's bed?

[ With that, Setsuna is dismissed. The look he pins Saya is nothing short of pure murder. Would she shriek, he wonders, if he wrapped both hands around her throat and squeezed? Would she beg, or fight back? ] Setsuna, Setsuna, Setsuna. Perhaps I should get rid of the boy, if all he's doing is putting words in your mouth.