Mello's eyes went wide as he felt the chair slip from his hands and clatter to the floor. How-

Telepath. Fucking telepath. He understood it but he couldn't process it...it was even harder to grasp than the existence of Shinigami. The idea that his thoughts were being broadcast-

No. Don't think. Just act. As soon as he felt something against his throat he shoved away from it, his hand shooting out to catch the arm in front of him. As long as Schuldig held the knife he also held the clear advantage. Mello was willing to risk a few cuts to gain the control a weapon would offer.