[Mello touches the freezing muzzle of the gun to B's chin for a fraction of a second, enough to prove the point. Don't forget, Mello is in charge here. M has far surpassed B. He finds intimidation gets him the best results, always has. But there is a second special reason behind it this time, it wasn't just to get the results he wanted, it was to torture B a little. B was another Letter. There was no hint of comradery here, B was only a roadblock, a rival. At best an annoyance, at worst an enemy. And while B was not Near but B had gone out of his way to try to scare Mello into failure. He focused on -this- aspect now, make all that pity wash away. Mello was a petty man and at the moment all that mattered was victory over B.]
It is, B. His name was Sidoh and he was a stupid son of a bitch. I had him under my thumb.
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It is, B. His name was Sidoh and he was a stupid son of a bitch. I had him under my thumb.