[No, he doesn't remember a fucking thing because Mello has never been to hell. Still, he responds, because something in this 'girl's' voice seems genuine.]
[And it's all a trick, a trick. None of it matters. It's working at him. It's a good thing he's on audio and his deep frown isn't visible. He takes a deep, deep, breath. Maybe audible, maybe not. He's not paying attention right now. Exhale. Breathe. Can one even breathe when they're dead? Feels as much.]
Stop fucking with me.
[It doesn't take long for his patience to run thin. If this thing knows him, it knows that.]
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[And it's all a trick, a trick. None of it matters. It's working at him. It's a good thing he's on audio and his deep frown isn't visible. He takes a deep, deep, breath. Maybe audible, maybe not. He's not paying attention right now. Exhale. Breathe. Can one even breathe when they're dead? Feels as much.]
Stop fucking with me.
[It doesn't take long for his patience to run thin. If this thing knows him, it knows that.]
Send them.
[Not like it matters.