'Special' didn't even begin to cover it, Mello thought dryly, looking up at Sephiroth as he opened his arms out as if to say he was vulnerable for attack.

Of course, if this was his head, Mello had to be careful. He had a suspicion Sephiroth would have a lot more control (as if he didn't usually, the fucker).

Then again, since it was a world of thoughts, perhaps he could control things as well. So he tried, imagining his gun in his hands.