[If most of that didn't ring true, Mello would swear to himself and a non-present God that the hopelessness rolling from L's tongue was only the alcohol speaking. But that isn't the case, is it?]
[No. Because what are any of they without purpose? There's certainly none here. Not really.]
[Glazed eyes lock onto the orca long enough to ponder how it behaves in relation to L — Mello's own Phylax is such a vile thing.]
So you think you're my default, then.
[Accompanied by a chuckle. L thinks that he's the only real thing that exists to Mello in this world and something about that rings of hubris. A hubris Mello would admire under any other set of conditions, but now?]
no subject
[No. Because what are any of they without purpose? There's certainly none here. Not really.]
[Glazed eyes lock onto the orca long enough to ponder how it behaves in relation to L — Mello's own Phylax is such a vile thing.]
So you think you're my default, then.
[Accompanied by a chuckle. L thinks that he's the only real thing that exists to Mello in this world and something about that rings of hubris. A hubris Mello would admire under any other set of conditions, but now?]
You're wrong.
[Besides.]
I haven't come to talk about that.