So. Have me tell you something you don't already know. If you're dead then surely there would be a way to have a death god prove it.

[He takes a more relaxed position, resting his head in the palm of one hand. It's clear by now that he's laying on his side on the floor. Chairs are for people who know how to sit like a human being.

The smile has faded. He's watching Mello deadpan with only the occasional flick of his tongue.]

Wouldn't it be more unrealistic if I was a perfect copy? I can only do my best, Mello.