[Mello watches the gears turning in B's head. It was so strange seeing him now, after all these years, after all the research he'd done, after writing about him, using him like a character. Mello knew what he was thinking, almost instinctively. B couldn't believe that someone else knew, that someone else believed him that someone else figured it out. There was another wave of pity and Mello struggled to stay afloat. B was so pathetic when it came down to it, but it didn't make him any less dangerous.]
no subject
I met one.