[Oh, shit. No. This wasn't his aim by any accord. Mello's side will initially reflect mostly silence, the occasional sound of a guard's footsteps audible to the most attentive, and the shift of his own leather against leather as he leans in close to the laptop is quick, near-insistent.]

Wait —

[He's in Bavan. Bars enchanted and bringing his power to a level of near-uselessness, small cell cracking him more and more each day. But it's almost over, almost paid — Mello's settled many debts in the last month or so, this being the final he intends on seeing through.]

[Voice insistent, near frantic. It can't happen this way; standing against L is grounds for Mello to make an enemy of anyone, regardless of their dynamic. A shift of knees against concrete, and when he speaks again, his voice is lower if not more severe.]

I need to do my time.

[No explanation will be given unless demanded. It's a weak stance to take, he knows. Something he has no intention of repeating, but Greed's immediate response was unexpected, welcome as it is.]

Just needed to know the stakes, figure out where to go from here. I can't have you — or anyone — interfering.

[And again, for what seems like the hundredth time since he first set foot near the Sin close enough to taste the soot coming from his scorching form.]

Need you to trust me on this, yeah. I just wanted to know the stakes, figure out how to handle things once I get out of here.

[And if it helps any— ]

Won't be more than a few days, now. I've been here for nearly a month; I'm not looking for rescue.