[Oh he recognizes that voice; age isn't a factor at all. The smooth, logical undertone. The devils playing beneath his tongue. Enemy; Mello's body reacts to it immediately. Stiffens and grows remarkably cold, despite the thick fabric wrapped around him.]

[I just fucking killed you, it says. What are you gonna do about it?]

[Calmness has never been Mello's strong suit, but hell if he isn't going to employ it now. His response is noticeably measured, even if his tone is short.]

Because whatever is bigger is more powerful.

[Logic, Yagami.]

Why give power to something that can defeat you?

[As his hand nearly snaps the device. Shit, even his jaw might snap with how tightly it's clenched.]

Tell me about a Witch's strengths, then.

[Liar. Not that Mello is anyone to judge.]