"... mm." Setsuna visibly goes inside herself at that, over-contemplative. There's enough options she has to weigh about how to respond to Adora's admission that she has to consider what to admit in return, whether Adora really thinks of what she said in those terms or not. "If you've ... been around people like this, you get a sense for whether they believe they need what they're doing, for ... good reasons, or ... not."

Her eyes tighten, glistening in the ugly office-bland, office-bright lighting. "I don't know if I, um. Know enough, about them, to ... know, if they care enough to want to do this." Her mouth slides downward in a frown, hesitating ... swallowing the tension. "If they just wanted to force it out of us ... I ... know the ways they could make that more efficient." It feels like an acknowledgement too far, too soon, but she isn't sure how to say what she wants to say without it. "I don't know what it means, that they're - 'bad' at that." She smiles tightly, self-deprecatingly. "That's weird, right? Being confused they're not better at treating us worse?"