[L has a point: how many lives were sacrificed for Mello's 'cause'? (Whatever it might have been.) and how many more got caught in the crossfire without him even knowing they existed? He wanted to think they were more when it came to L, because Mello had always wanted to believe that L was better than him — One can't equate themselves with something Holy — and if he admits that L is just a man, well.]
[A measured exhale. No, that's not why he wanted to speak. He wanted to speak because he walked in here for fucking tea and one negative encounter and an accusation of something Mello doesn't even know the details of isn't enough to wipe something away that's carved into his bones. He'll have to scrub them clean, himself.]
[But this isn't the way.]
Mmno. [He admits, and L might notice his shoulders slacken a bit. Linden's response was nothing short of a reprimand, wasn't it? Mello: the eternal child — he doesn't want to believe that he will always back down before L, but.]
[That's exactly what he's doing, isn't it? He can't pretend to be ignorant towards where they — all of them — stood in L's peripheral. See that flick of his eyes towards the counter, the way his fingers grip the cup so tightly? That's the outward expression of Faith being crushed underfoot.]
[Of course, he isn't going to say all of that. No point to it.]
I just didn't want to leave things the way they were after that — [He hesitates.] — dream.
no subject
[L has a point: how many lives were sacrificed for Mello's 'cause'? (Whatever it might have been.) and how many more got caught in the crossfire without him even knowing they existed? He wanted to think they were more when it came to L, because Mello had always wanted to believe that L was better than him — One can't equate themselves with something Holy — and if he admits that L is just a man, well.]
[A measured exhale. No, that's not why he wanted to speak. He wanted to speak because he walked in here for fucking tea and one negative encounter and an accusation of something Mello doesn't even know the details of isn't enough to wipe something away that's carved into his bones. He'll have to scrub them clean, himself.]
[But this isn't the way.]
Mmno. [He admits, and L might notice his shoulders slacken a bit. Linden's response was nothing short of a reprimand, wasn't it? Mello: the eternal child — he doesn't want to believe that he will always back down before L, but.]
[That's exactly what he's doing, isn't it? He can't pretend to be ignorant towards where they — all of them — stood in L's peripheral. See that flick of his eyes towards the counter, the way his fingers grip the cup so tightly? That's the outward expression of Faith being crushed underfoot.]
[Of course, he isn't going to say all of that. No point to it.]
I just didn't want to leave things the way they were after that — [He hesitates.] — dream.