[ Forget focusing, his vision's practically blurring when all he can see in front of him is Mello, Mello, Mello and that's all he wants to see. Games he doesn't usually play, but this sort of game is right up his alley, and when Setsuna does play, he plays to win, absolutely, positively. The world existed not in black and white, in shades of gray, but in games, in battle, you either won or you lost. There's no such thing as a tie. Dead or alive. Kill or be killed.
Setsuna exhales when he feels the gun and gaze upon him, curls his fingers into Mello's leg where they linger, and answers in dark tones that have no business coming out his mouth like this, but do anyway. Knife dancing around his nape, tracing a vital artery. One single, precise cut, and it's all over for him. ]
Then uncover the truth. You're good at it, aren't you?
[ Tilting his chin upward with the end of his blade, visible venom flitting through the circuitry surrounding his irises. ]
no subject
Setsuna exhales when he feels the gun and gaze upon him, curls his fingers into Mello's leg where they linger, and answers in dark tones that have no business coming out his mouth like this, but do anyway. Knife dancing around his nape, tracing a vital artery. One single, precise cut, and it's all over for him. ]
Then uncover the truth. You're good at it, aren't you?
[ Tilting his chin upward with the end of his blade, visible venom flitting through the circuitry surrounding his irises. ]
Because you'll have to do better than this.