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aefenglom2021-03-01 05:07 pm
onamissile) wrote in aefenglom2021-03-01 05:07 pm
Entry tags:
Voice; UN: Deneuve
Name: M; UN: Deneuve
Date: 3/1/21
Format: [Voice]
[There's a short blip of silence; Mello knows that even his voice can be identified if needed and traced. But he remembers the pain in his chest. The swirling of the delivery truck's mirror, and everything after that, well — ]
[A sharp clearing of his throat. It's so dry.]
I know what I've been told.
[Everything is bullshit until proven otherwise.]
And I know what I'm expected to believe.
[Definitely lies. And for one: he knows he's died. It doesn't take a previous heart attack in his situation to recognize one when it tears at your chest and throat and breath like a visceral assault. Besides, he was always due for one: wasn't he?]
I don't expect honesty from anyone. [And yet here he is: reaching out. Because what else can he do?] But a Witch?
[Or so he's been told. How appropriate. Another pause; another breath.]
Is this Hell?
[He's seen nothing that leads him to believe otherwise. The mirror with the objects and reflections from home. The things that just don't make sense. Maybe someone will honestly reveal that yes, he's earned this. Maybe not.]
Date: 3/1/21
Format: [Voice]
[There's a short blip of silence; Mello knows that even his voice can be identified if needed and traced. But he remembers the pain in his chest. The swirling of the delivery truck's mirror, and everything after that, well — ]
[A sharp clearing of his throat. It's so dry.]
I know what I've been told.
[Everything is bullshit until proven otherwise.]
And I know what I'm expected to believe.
[Definitely lies. And for one: he knows he's died. It doesn't take a previous heart attack in his situation to recognize one when it tears at your chest and throat and breath like a visceral assault. Besides, he was always due for one: wasn't he?]
I don't expect honesty from anyone. [And yet here he is: reaching out. Because what else can he do?] But a Witch?
[Or so he's been told. How appropriate. Another pause; another breath.]
Is this Hell?
[He's seen nothing that leads him to believe otherwise. The mirror with the objects and reflections from home. The things that just don't make sense. Maybe someone will honestly reveal that yes, he's earned this. Maybe not.]
[Audio] un: Deneuve
[Grave. It comes through in his tone like a bolt of lightning. For someone who wants him to stay away: L is drawing him in. Curiosity is a motherfucker, and L, of all people, should know that.]
You contacted me.
[Fact.]
I refuse to accept responsibility for something I didn't do, especially since I don't know what that thing is.
[Fact.]
Either tell me or leave me be. [As much as it pulls at Mello to demand.] I'm going to find out from N. Or elsewhere. Are you testing me to see if I can come upon the conclusion, myself?
[Audio] un: Linden Tailor
[Adamant, and unconcerned about Mello's prying. Near hasn't actually been told, nor has he gone out of his way to unearth that unpleasant knowledge for himself.]
Let it go, and I will endeavor to do the same.
[There's an operative word, there, but it would be an earnest endeavor.]
[Audio] un: Deneuve
[He'll pretend to, however. For both of their sakes.]
So this is the last time we'll be in contact, I assume.
[Bullshit. But L comes and goes like the wind; always has. Mello knows enough to know that to be an absolute truth.]
[Audio] un: Linden Tailor
That would probably be for the best, for both of us. You thrived here before, and I have no doubt that you will, again.