[No. L isn't to blame. They were all raised on the premise that paranoia equaled safety, and it's going to take decades and decades to relieve that stain. And it might be true, really. Who are they to trust? Outsiders? Each other, when they are all aware that self-preservation is the key to survival? Mello understands. He doesn't like it, but he understands.]
You're not to blame. It's how we are.
I want to protect you.
[A hubris-filled admission as he takes another sip.]
When I was a kid, I pictured it in the opposite, yea. [He's done with the food. There's nothing appetizing here. Instead he pushes the bottle of cognac towards L so he can refill when he sees fit.]
And you think my intentions are outwardly noble, but you're afraid that I'll take it too far. Fuck it all up when it comes down to the line.
[Offensive, really.]
Your Doe. [He says it with a sneer.] Do you trust him?
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[No. L isn't to blame. They were all raised on the premise that paranoia equaled safety, and it's going to take decades and decades to relieve that stain. And it might be true, really. Who are they to trust? Outsiders? Each other, when they are all aware that self-preservation is the key to survival? Mello understands. He doesn't like it, but he understands.]
You're not to blame. It's how we are.
I want to protect you.
[A hubris-filled admission as he takes another sip.]
When I was a kid, I pictured it in the opposite, yea. [He's done with the food. There's nothing appetizing here. Instead he pushes the bottle of cognac towards L so he can refill when he sees fit.]
And you think my intentions are outwardly noble, but you're afraid that I'll take it too far. Fuck it all up when it comes down to the line.
[Offensive, really.]
Your Doe. [He says it with a sneer.] Do you trust him?
[Because Mello? Just don't let things go. Ever.]