[It's difficult to look directly at Mello, both for the fractured serrated memories that L can't blot out and the clear anguish the other man is in. L manages it, anyway, though he blinks more frequently, as if the shutter is closing before the camera refocuses on a difficult subject.
He nods. He knows; when Mello was a kid, he thought a lot of things. He believed in justice; it's closer and clearer in his past than some point when a younger version of L also believed.]
You're not on your own here. You have Eli, who grieved you when you left before, and needs you, now.
[He cups thin hands around his tea cup.]
He's your match; I'm just a man, and proof of that will only mount, the more time you spend with me.
[It'll make him either contemptible, or accessible. Both are the first step in a long and messy trainwreck; it's better to make it sound undesirable from the start.]
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He nods. He knows; when Mello was a kid, he thought a lot of things. He believed in justice; it's closer and clearer in his past than some point when a younger version of L also believed.]
You're not on your own here. You have Eli, who grieved you when you left before, and needs you, now.
[He cups thin hands around his tea cup.]
He's your match; I'm just a man, and proof of that will only mount, the more time you spend with me.
[It'll make him either contemptible, or accessible. Both are the first step in a long and messy trainwreck; it's better to make it sound undesirable from the start.]