[The logic's irrefutable, if Niles can be trusted at his word. (If.) Mello might kill L; Niles would not; better to spend effort warding the fatal threat. Myr is one easily persuaded by logic and reason, and yet--]
Fuck you,
[He spits--because, under everything, Myr's also still the boy who would fight anyone who hurt his loved ones, be they larger or smaller, mage or not. It had taken the trifold expectations of duty, of chivalry, of the Maker's word to tame that boy's ire at the world, and now he finds those expectations sharpened and turned against him as he's backed inevitably into a corner.
Niles wants L alive and in steady health for whatever it is he plans. Mello wants L alive and conformed to the shape he'd carved out for his idol. (And if not that--broken, eradicated, in no one else's hands.) Every step of progress he made with his Bonded--getting L to eat, to care for himself, to spin the slenderest bridges across the emotional gaps between him and the rest of mankind--played to one or the other. Every reversal likewise--every night of drugged oblivion, every well-considered impulse to self-immolate in Mello's flames.
It hurts. But there is no world where he can stop, no option to not throw himself on the thorns again and again to fulfill the bounds of his promises to L.
Trapped.]
Kill him yourself as a favor to both of us if you're so concerned that you get to Linden first.
[You know I've already put myself in his path. Why remind me how that helps you.]
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Fuck you,
[He spits--because, under everything, Myr's also still the boy who would fight anyone who hurt his loved ones, be they larger or smaller, mage or not. It had taken the trifold expectations of duty, of chivalry, of the Maker's word to tame that boy's ire at the world, and now he finds those expectations sharpened and turned against him as he's backed inevitably into a corner.
Niles wants L alive and in steady health for whatever it is he plans. Mello wants L alive and conformed to the shape he'd carved out for his idol. (And if not that--broken, eradicated, in no one else's hands.) Every step of progress he made with his Bonded--getting L to eat, to care for himself, to spin the slenderest bridges across the emotional gaps between him and the rest of mankind--played to one or the other. Every reversal likewise--every night of drugged oblivion, every well-considered impulse to self-immolate in Mello's flames.
It hurts. But there is no world where he can stop, no option to not throw himself on the thorns again and again to fulfill the bounds of his promises to L.
Trapped.]
Kill him yourself as a favor to both of us if you're so concerned that you get to Linden first.
[You know I've already put myself in his path. Why remind me how that helps you.]