A trembles at that. "But. Hasn't. Hasn't happened to him."
He can't, can't let that happen to L, can't let Light kill him, and he doesn't care what that means for Mello, Matt or Near. But it's Matt that L loves, and Near and Mello are friends, and L, L's saying don't, and it hurts, and A squeezes his eyes shut, fingering his throat, and when he opens his eyes...
Blood. A sees blood again, dripping from his hands, clotting in Mello's hair, seeping damply into the cats' fur, and most of all L, L's drenched in it, his eyes look like dark holes in a blood-painted face and A screams, a high, shrill, breathless scream.
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Date: 2008-06-05 08:57 pm (UTC)He can't, can't let that happen to L, can't let Light kill him, and he doesn't care what that means for Mello, Matt or Near. But it's Matt that L loves, and Near and Mello are friends, and L, L's saying don't, and it hurts, and A squeezes his eyes shut, fingering his throat, and when he opens his eyes...
Blood. A sees blood again, dripping from his hands, clotting in Mello's hair, seeping damply into the cats' fur, and most of all L, L's drenched in it, his eyes look like dark holes in a blood-painted face and A screams, a high, shrill, breathless scream.