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aefenglom2021-03-01 05:07 pm
onamissile) wrote in aefenglom2021-03-01 05:07 pm
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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.]
no subject
[Near agrees with a nod. He has his other employees to take care of the shop whenever he needs to take some unexpected time off. It really only takes one person to run it most days.
Mello's paranoia is to be expected. It would be more concerning if he agreed without any issue. Part of him is still amused by it, however. Both he and L sometimes give him too much credit when it comes to his motives outside of actual cases.
And often he's content to let them think what they will, so he doesn't argue. It might be easier for his rival to believe he has something devious in mind than for him to know of Near's odd attachment to him.]
If you're going to continue to be unhappy with that particular bond then I'm sure we can find a way to make it work in your favor at some point.
[Planning to have it work in his favor had been the whole reason he'd allowed it in the first place.]
no subject
[But the case is over. It's all over. He's downright lost and clinging to familiarity, though he'll never admit to it. Mello doesn't glance behind him, doesn't bother to take in Near's expression. It's probably placid, after all.]
[What the hell has he just agreed to? He'll figure it out. He'll keep an eye out. What's important is: M is leaving now. He can't bear to look at his rival in that form, even if it's something he would have wished on the other when Mello was at his worst.]
We kill him. Indirectly.
[Isn't that much obvious?]
Until he gives up.
[Which might never happen. They're dealing with Kira after all. The metal of the warehouse door creeks and churns. So much has happened in so few days.]
See you tomorrow.
[Whatever that involves.]