Setsun takes several sharp, deep breaths, staring at the ceiling. He was alive. He was still alive, and intact. That was something at least. He had thought that, given the monster's treatement, he would have been dead within the hour.  Thankfully, though, he'd survived. At least, until his owner came. He remembed what was said between them, remembered that he'd violated it. This wasn't going to end well for him.