"What the-- No!," Mello insisted angrily, dusting himself off quickly and glaring at Sephiroth. "You drag me in here and you expect me not to even need a few seconds to get used to it? You're an imbecile. Not everyone is a freak like you."

Deep breaths. Okay, so he was in Sephiroth's mind. His fucking mind. But that was okay. He was here by choice (more or less) and it seemed like... a place. So he could deal with this, pretend it really was a place and not some impossible dimension.

Trying to explain this logically was making him a little frantic again, so Mello suddenly and quickly dropped that train of thought. There was no explaining this in terms he could understand. He just had to accept it.