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[L holds his glass with two hands, like a prayer.

Overbright eyes turn Mello's way, sharply, when he ways what he does.]

You hurt her.

[He repeats it, slowly, soft like the air has been mostly crushed from his lungs.]

She's your Bonded, and your lover.

[Like L was once. That hangs between them like something dead and rotting.]

Is she... safe? Alright?

[Reaching, blindly, for more to drink. The tender has afforded him a small mercy they'll both regret later, more of the acrid same.]

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