Mello hadn't exactly gone stargazing, finding plenty to occupy his attention on the ground every time he went outside at night; but he had noticed the lack of the expected light pollution, mostly because it made it difficult to pretend he could see perfectly well out of his left eye.
"There can't be nothing out there," he said, annoyed, at himself for the most part. He could think of a hefty handful of arguments off the top of his head for there being functionally nothing, and none at all for there being something they'd be allowed to reach. He still intended to go see for himself. Stubborn as usual, and especially pointlessly, lately. Even more infuriating than the unwanted running commentary was how its intonation mimicked the same person as the one who'd put it there had done.
"Murder may be bad PR, but do you think Landel would give up our actual location under the threat of anything less?" Besides, it only counted as bad publicity if you got caught, and gave a damn what the public thought in the first place.
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"There can't be nothing out there," he said, annoyed, at himself for the most part. He could think of a hefty handful of arguments off the top of his head for there being functionally nothing, and none at all for there being something they'd be allowed to reach. He still intended to go see for himself. Stubborn as usual, and especially pointlessly, lately. Even more infuriating than the unwanted running commentary was how its intonation mimicked the same person as the one who'd put it there had done.
"Murder may be bad PR, but do you think Landel would give up our actual location under the threat of anything less?" Besides, it only counted as bad publicity if you got caught, and gave a damn what the public thought in the first place.