[ No need. Setsuna understands. He'd understand better were it not for the chip pulsating in his brain, blocking inherent abilities that made it easier for him to read people, but he doesn't need his skills as an Innovator to deduce what Mello's getting at.

Then there's hope. There's always hope. It may be faint, and sometimes when you've fallen into darkness and everything is obscured and you can see nothing save for shadows before your eyes you may think you're all alone without a prayer in the world for rescue, but it is there. And that is enough.

Mello's next question strikes him as odd, and he'll chuckle aloud this time, not mockingly, quietly as is his nature in expressing such emotions, but amused. ]

Do I seem strange to you? The world I'm from is also "Earth". But it's many years in the future.

[ Even so, shaking hands hadn't been phased out as a greeting, and probably never would; he hopes not, at least. Physical contact is a good way to understand one another. Of course, this also leads him to wonder what even more would feel like with Mello, but he'll keep that to himself.

Setsuna extends his hand to Mello without another thought about it. So he hopes, at least. ]

Call me Setsuna. Setsuna F. Seiei. It's good that we met.

[ Very, very good, and for plenty of reasons. ]