[As a living exaggeration of L's more incendiary elements, wasn't it only a matter of time before things reached a head with Mello? And they're both drinking, now, exacerbating the rapidly escalating dynamic. Because if Mello ever thought that L didn't feel, that he was too strong to feel? He's going to learn, the hard way, that there are eyeless horrors with shredding teeth under the ice, fleeing prey that know only fear, searing and visceral and constant... and this brutal cycle has been going on long before the SQUIP ever entered L's life. It's ingrained, simply a part of how his brain works, and now there is blood in the water.]
I distrust you because you're a liar, like me.
[Some skeletal eel-wraith strikes from the blackest depths. It retreats, but isn't gone.]
You don't want to know me, because it would make what you really want impossible.
[Down here, under the crushing weight of all this dark water, there is still so much that Mello can't see. Hunger and rage thrum and pierce; something huge uses echolocation to draw nearer, size up its prey. It doesn't know how to give, or receive, or make sense of love. It knows only consumption and lonely expansion as it gluts itself and dreams of the next feeding.]
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I distrust you because you're a liar, like me.
[Some skeletal eel-wraith strikes from the blackest depths. It retreats, but isn't gone.]
You don't want to know me, because it would make what you really want impossible.
[Down here, under the crushing weight of all this dark water, there is still so much that Mello can't see. Hunger and rage thrum and pierce; something huge uses echolocation to draw nearer, size up its prey. It doesn't know how to give, or receive, or make sense of love. It knows only consumption and lonely expansion as it gluts itself and dreams of the next feeding.]