[Those blasted clamps looked like they hurt. Tsuzuki reached forward to take them away from Hisoka.]

Hell is in another dimension. He doesn't know how to stretch his shadows move that far, I think.

[He shook his head, as if to erase his own thoughts. He hated the smell of blood, but what was he supposed to do? At least he didn't kill it, this time. Tsuzuki's thoughts slowly returned to their warmer self, abandoning the shell-shocked side that sometimes surfaced when he was forced to attack.]

I don't like having to do that, that's all. Not even to them.

[Tsuzuki placed his hand on Hisoka's shoulder.]

I'm tired of this place, too. How are you holding up?