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[The exhale is forced, exasperated. Being imprisoned this way has essentially removed Mello's ability to manage his tone — an animal in a fucking cage: when he speaks his voice is raw, lacking the cool demeanor he tries so hard to maintain when conversing with Greed. If the grit of his teeth is audible, it's not something of which he's consciously aware.]
I don't want to stay here. About to tear these fucking walls apart if time doesn't pick up.
[Which it won't. The scrape of claws against cement is loud enough to cause a stir a few cells over, a rustle of fabric that even with his dulled abilities, Mello can pick up on with acute sharpness.]
Linden's got this system in place, yeah, and it's not going over well with anyone. If I call people in and get myself out — [A long, long pause. So tempting.] — it'll break this thing before it begins.
[And because he doesn't exactly possess a wide array of conversational partners right now — ]
No one wants this prison here; these laws are inane. If I don't do my time, it gives everyone the green to raid this place every time one of their own ends up in here.
[Breathe. Breathe.]
But they won't stop at that, yeah, they'll go after him. Then we'll have a bigger problem than someone playing cops and robbers where there's no place for it.
[Oh, but he'll gladly accompany Greed back to Djävulenstad when all is said and done. Rustling, and there's a click of bootheels on the floor when Mello begins to pace.]
He won't listen to me. [But.]
But you —
[He'll let that hang for a moment; whether or not Greed wants to become involved is unpredictable. If the prison affects him in no way, there's no reason to intervene, is there?]
<Mello> | PRIVATE
[The exhale is forced, exasperated. Being imprisoned this way has essentially removed Mello's ability to manage his tone — an animal in a fucking cage: when he speaks his voice is raw, lacking the cool demeanor he tries so hard to maintain when conversing with Greed. If the grit of his teeth is audible, it's not something of which he's consciously aware.]
I don't want to stay here. About to tear these fucking walls apart if time doesn't pick up.
[Which it won't. The scrape of claws against cement is loud enough to cause a stir a few cells over, a rustle of fabric that even with his dulled abilities, Mello can pick up on with acute sharpness.]
Linden's got this system in place, yeah, and it's not going over well with anyone. If I call people in and get myself out — [A long, long pause. So tempting.] — it'll break this thing before it begins.
[And because he doesn't exactly possess a wide array of conversational partners right now — ]
No one wants this prison here; these laws are inane. If I don't do my time, it gives everyone the green to raid this place every time one of their own ends up in here.
[Breathe. Breathe.]
But they won't stop at that, yeah, they'll go after him. Then we'll have a bigger problem than someone playing cops and robbers where there's no place for it.
[Oh, but he'll gladly accompany Greed back to Djävulenstad when all is said and done. Rustling, and there's a click of bootheels on the floor when Mello begins to pace.]
He won't listen to me. [But.]
But you —
[He'll let that hang for a moment; whether or not Greed wants to become involved is unpredictable. If the prison affects him in no way, there's no reason to intervene, is there?]