It's inevitable, no matter how many transformational teenage cunts find him he's always going to go back and he's always going to die.
[Mello pounds against the door, growling in anger. He sounds almost as if he's in pain. He slams against the door again and again until it seems that either Mello will break the door or the other way around. In time with each powerful hit Mello hisses the words "son of a bitch" over and over again. Then he falls back, breathing heavily as if he'd just run miles. Anger and sorrow intermingle and twist his face. Mello is suddenly reminded of mortality, of reality, of the fate that not only L will meet but Matt and he will too. The pain of reality, their home reality, as well as losing L were settling on him, crushing him. L had become his friend as well as his mentor and now he was as good as dead. Mello could not save him. Mello failed L once again.]
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[Mello pounds against the door, growling in anger. He sounds almost as if he's in pain. He slams against the door again and again until it seems that either Mello will break the door or the other way around. In time with each powerful hit Mello hisses the words "son of a bitch" over and over again. Then he falls back, breathing heavily as if he'd just run miles. Anger and sorrow intermingle and twist his face. Mello is suddenly reminded of mortality, of reality, of the fate that not only L will meet but Matt and he will too. The pain of reality, their home reality, as well as losing L were settling on him, crushing him. L had become his friend as well as his mentor and now he was as good as dead. Mello could not save him. Mello failed L once again.]