...or had it? Mello honestly didn't know anymore. The trouble with a universe controlled by his thoughts was that, like a dream, his mind created the things he'd wanted to see. And yet he didn't understand this, or couldn't quite wrap his mind around it. Vast intelligence did him no good when the attack was from the inside, building up a dream and then destroying it.
Mello stared listlessly, hollowly repeating, "I don't believe anything you say. You're lying." He didn't know what Sephiroth was lying about but he was. Nakago couldn't be dead. This was a nightmare. He wanted to wake up now, please.
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...or had it? Mello honestly didn't know anymore. The trouble with a universe controlled by his thoughts was that, like a dream, his mind created the things he'd wanted to see. And yet he didn't understand this, or couldn't quite wrap his mind around it. Vast intelligence did him no good when the attack was from the inside, building up a dream and then destroying it.
Mello stared listlessly, hollowly repeating, "I don't believe anything you say. You're lying." He didn't know what Sephiroth was lying about but he was. Nakago couldn't be dead. This was a nightmare. He wanted to wake up now, please.