[And with that: Mello's eyes grow wide. His entire frame tenses, breath catching. He's had to hurt people before — yea — but L? No. No. He would never. He could never unless the other physically showed aggression and even then, potential death aside, he would just back off.]
[Because L is L..]
[No. He shakes his head in denial. He won't believe it. He can't. Mello would Never.]
Linden. [Grave as the day he left The House. The name is still a struggle on his tongue.]
If that's the case, it wasn't me.
[He's sure of it.]
I wouldn't.
[Because Mello doesn't know what could have led up to it. No one will tell him. Not even L.]
[Fuck, why does it hurt so much. He should just walk. Now. And he will, shortly.]
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[Because L is L..]
[No. He shakes his head in denial. He won't believe it. He can't. Mello would Never.]
Linden. [Grave as the day he left The House. The name is still a struggle on his tongue.]
If that's the case, it wasn't me.
[He's sure of it.]
I wouldn't.
[Because Mello doesn't know what could have led up to it. No one will tell him. Not even L.]
[Fuck, why does it hurt so much. He should just walk. Now. And he will, shortly.]