"It's all any of us can do." Setsuna reaches up with her other hand to pat Adora by the shoulder. "But it's all right if it hurts, too. Everyone's pain matters."

She sighs, exhaling with a rueful huff through her nose. "... it's easy enough to say, I suppose." She shuts her eyes, a wistful expression stealing across her face. "I have this friend back home, named Hayato. He's ... really a ridiculous fellow. When we served Moebius, the rest of us thought he was so incompetent, but he was so loyal and dedicated. No one was more certain he would prove his usefulness to lord Moebius than he was, or more certain that what we did was obviously all we could do. Before ... everything else happened on Earth, I don't think I could say I had a more steadfast friend." Her chest feels tight at the memories. "But you didn't have friends in Labyrinth. You had coworkers, fellow soldiers, and competitors. When I started fighting for Earth's sake ... no one else I fought was more vicious, more insistent, on fighting against me. It took me a long time to understand ... he never stopped believing I should be his friend, even if he didn't have the words to say it. All he could do was try to make me stop doing all the things that were taking his friend away from him anymore."

She shrugs. "I don't know if it's the same for your friend in the Horde, not really ... but I know how much it hurts to feel a friend hurt you and not be able to understand why. And, um, I guess, also how much it hurts being the friend who has to do it, anyway. I don't think I'd be as good a friend to Hayato now if going through that hadn't hurt us both so much then." She smiles, as brightly as she can manage. "So I hope you and your friend can manage the same, in the end. Because ... it's so good to have friends who care for you that much in your life, and so painful when they're not."