He could have lied to Matt, but he dismissed the option instantly. From the age when most kids were still sounding out words in primers, Mello had believed, with the fervor of a convert, that nothing was truly frightening if you understood it; a belief that had taken a knockout punch in the last twenty-four hours, but one he was committed to nevertheless. With reliable information as fucking scarce as it was here, he didn't begrudge Matt the question.
"There's nothing you can do if they take you," he began, starting with what he'd found strangely reassuring to learn. "And it's random, so they may never come for you at all. But if they do, don't lie there beating yourself up wondering what you could've done to stop it." Not that Mello was able to practice what he was preaching, and Matt, damn him, could probably tell.
He tipped his head toward the door before going for it, his way of saying he'd spill a little more on the other side.
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"There's nothing you can do if they take you," he began, starting with what he'd found strangely reassuring to learn. "And it's random, so they may never come for you at all. But if they do, don't lie there beating yourself up wondering what you could've done to stop it." Not that Mello was able to practice what he was preaching, and Matt, damn him, could probably tell.
He tipped his head toward the door before going for it, his way of saying he'd spill a little more on the other side.
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