Nothing to lose, and everything to give, that was the single trait Mello honed in on when he played pins and needles, stabbing out the town's population until he found the occasional person that didn't bleed. And Naoto, dear Naoto, seemed to fit with Mello's particular status quo. All that was left to do was pull at her strings, and that was something Mello had excelled at in the past. Even now, Naoto'd agreed to meet him, a sign that she'd play into his hands once again. Mello truly appreciated each and every one of his toys.

The climb that Mello made to the roof was a leisurely one, five flights of stairs lead to the open desolation of a rooftop and a woman staring at the sky. It was their last meeting in reversal, down to the last detail, and Mello couldn't help but smile thinly as he approached Naoto, letting the clatter of his steel-toed boots announce his arrival.

"I hope that avenging your friend brought you peace," of course, Mello knew that it hadn't, "for it won't be lasting for much longer." Revenge left a person's stomach raw after carving it out just like any other sinful dessert; it was the course that always promised, but never delivered any true satisfaction. "The Malnosso never let us rest for long." And with that, Mello came to a halt, stood beside Naoto, and mirrored her gaze, looking skyward.

"What is it that you see?"