[Of course: that's his initial reaction upon seeing a naga. Would N expect anything less?]
They really fucked you, yea?
[A rhetorical question. The heat burning in Mello's veins has been proof that he will eventually, too, be fucked. It's almost a joke, considering the proof behind his scars. He wants to take a step back against Near's initial approach. But he doesn't. Mello's never been one to back off.]
[His expression is neutral, even if his body is tense.]
Eli. [The name is foreign on his tongue.]
[And Oh, how he hates commentary on his scars. For Mello, they're a curse. Proof of momentary loss. Besides, he's always been so vain.]
I was backed into a corner, [He admits with a vapid tone.] I had no other choice. [Let it be known that Mello set the bomb off, himself. Let it be known that almost no one else was responsible for this.]
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[Of course: that's his initial reaction upon seeing a naga. Would N expect anything less?]
They really fucked you, yea?
[A rhetorical question. The heat burning in Mello's veins has been proof that he will eventually, too, be fucked. It's almost a joke, considering the proof behind his scars. He wants to take a step back against Near's initial approach. But he doesn't. Mello's never been one to back off.]
[His expression is neutral, even if his body is tense.]
Eli. [The name is foreign on his tongue.]
[And Oh, how he hates commentary on his scars. For Mello, they're a curse. Proof of momentary loss. Besides, he's always been so vain.]
I was backed into a corner, [He admits with a vapid tone.] I had no other choice. [Let it be known that Mello set the bomb off, himself. Let it be known that almost no one else was responsible for this.]
So you're always like this?
[Genuine curiosity.]
You've got no choice?