[Mello understands something so basic and human at Near's question. There... is no proper way to go about this. Situations like these are why people leave their others at the altar, why they flee and choose to avoid the commitment altogether. And this? Is more than a commitment. Mello is taking something he doesn't want; he's giving something of himself which is no one's to witness.]
[It will be beneficial. He tells himself this as he glances back to Near: small and so weak. But he isn't, is he? He became L, and Mello never doubted his abilities.]
Just agree to whatever the Presiding Witch presents. It's a vow. On both our parts.
[Christ.]
If you need to say anything, say it. Don't fucking lie to me. Ever. I'll know.
[And if he's projecting his frustration with L onto N? Then that's what it is.]
I'll promise the same.
[A lie in and of itself.]
[He's holding the door open, waiting. If Mello were a nervous individual, now would be the time to back out. But he's determined as always, even if everything he's done since arriving here has been nothing short of painfully self-destructive.]
[This had been Near's idea, after all. What would it say about him if he gave up at this stage? No, he very much intends to see it through. If he's going to have to bond with at least one person in this place, he'd rather it be someone from his world - and someone who understands him on a deeper level than most. Even if that individual generally hates hi guts.
It's a one-sided dislike. Improvements can be made.
He walks in when he's meant to, not looking particularly nervous about the ordeal. If his fingers twitch at all it's because he wants to dig his dull nails back into his skin in an effort to be rid of the itching. He'd been hoping he'd get used to it after a while and be able to forget about it completely, but he hasn't been that fortunate.
Near doesn't need to be bonded with Mello to pick up certain insecurities. Lying has never really been a concern between the two of them, but he can only imagine how it's been with a certain someone else.]
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[It will be beneficial. He tells himself this as he glances back to Near: small and so weak. But he isn't, is he? He became L, and Mello never doubted his abilities.]
Just agree to whatever the Presiding Witch presents. It's a vow. On both our parts.
[Christ.]
If you need to say anything, say it. Don't fucking lie to me. Ever. I'll know.
[And if he's projecting his frustration with L onto N? Then that's what it is.]
I'll promise the same.
[A lie in and of itself.]
[He's holding the door open, waiting. If Mello were a nervous individual, now would be the time to back out. But he's determined as always, even if everything he's done since arriving here has been nothing short of painfully self-destructive.]
If you're gonna back out, do it now.
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[This had been Near's idea, after all. What would it say about him if he gave up at this stage? No, he very much intends to see it through. If he's going to have to bond with at least one person in this place, he'd rather it be someone from his world - and someone who understands him on a deeper level than most. Even if that individual generally hates hi guts.
It's a one-sided dislike. Improvements can be made.
He walks in when he's meant to, not looking particularly nervous about the ordeal. If his fingers twitch at all it's because he wants to dig his dull nails back into his skin in an effort to be rid of the itching. He'd been hoping he'd get used to it after a while and be able to forget about it completely, but he hasn't been that fortunate.
Near doesn't need to be bonded with Mello to pick up certain insecurities. Lying has never really been a concern between the two of them, but he can only imagine how it's been with a certain someone else.]
Are we expected?