"They got so deep." Brighella's voice is almost a growl. It had been a glow of pain that had lasted as long as they were digging into him, not there and gone like a cut or tear. It had lit up his nerves like they hadn't for years. He hadn't felt that much pain - that much anything for a long, long time.

Oh, that is what he wants to hear, his title on Mezzetino's lips, even half-sincere, begging for him so sweetly. "That's right, Mezzo. My beautiful beast, my gorgeous monster -" He gives him what he wants, slamming back into him harder, hand clenching on Scar's talons.