Everything was blurry for a moment, the impact of reality sinking in Mello's mind. His eyes had opened slightly wider, frowning deeply, always betraying every single of Mello's emotions. Unlike Near, Mello was unable to hide all the turbulence seizing his mind and heart.

He analyzed the situation; no, he tried to. So Matt had died-- understandable. Mello'd considered that the boy wouldn't be able to make it alive; he'd warned Matt about it, in fact. And that didn't really stop the pang of guilt he felt at having gotten his partner killed.

Then, there was his own death... Albeit harder to accept, it was another fact Mello'd foreseen. What he didn't understand was how Takada had managed to kill him with a Death Note. Mello had planned to strip her out of her possessions and leave her naked inside the truck, merely covered with a blanket he'd procure. How could she still keep a piece of Death Note? Perhaps this was a mere assumption from Near, but the boy was from two days in the future-- he should have an idea of the causes behind Mello's death.

Fuck, he needed to focus. Inhale, exhale. Focus.

"...Did Takada survive?" he managed to ask as soon as he found his voice. Despite the knot in his throat and stomach, his voice came out as a firm, angry sound, every word coated by bitterness.