[ She frowns. Really he's getting all strung out when he doesn't know one way or the other. Paranoid much? ]
Oh for heaven's sake, I'm not an idiot. I will humor your paranoia.
[ At least for the time being anyway. However long that actually turns out to be in reality is something that only time has the answer to. But she'll keep her mouth shut and her ears open for others from his world. She has questions after all. ]
[Paranoia is irrational. Mello can't by definition be paranoid if his caution is justified - and it is. Mello unfolds his arms and hastily slides his sunglasses back over his face.]
I need better than you simply humoring me, Ebihara. I need your word. Not a peep about this, to anyone. Ever.
Then it doesn't matter if I give it or not. You already have an answer.
[ And to her mind the discussion is pretty much closed. And she actually believes him about not trusting her, it isn't like she trusts him either. With a shrug she turns to head back to the apartment. ]
[His mouth purses tightly as he watches her walk away, but he can't really argue with her logic, even as much as he wants to chase her down and insist she submit to his demand. It would be pointless, though, a waste of energy - she's strong-willed, and he has no way to coerce her into complying. And he doesn't need a reputation for causing trouble here (yet, anyway - maybe later, if it suits his purposes, but there will be time enough to cultivate that reputation if it becomes necessary).
So he lets her go, making his final mental calculations as to how this outcome rates in his risk analysis. It's acceptable, though not ideal. But things so rarely are ideal. In a place like this, acceptable will have to suffice - for now.]
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Oh for heaven's sake, I'm not an idiot. I will humor your paranoia.
[ At least for the time being anyway. However long that actually turns out to be in reality is something that only time has the answer to. But she'll keep her mouth shut and her ears open for others from his world. She has questions after all. ]
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[Paranoia is irrational. Mello can't by definition be paranoid if his caution is justified - and it is. Mello unfolds his arms and hastily slides his sunglasses back over his face.]
I need better than you simply humoring me, Ebihara. I need your word. Not a peep about this, to anyone. Ever.
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[ If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, she's pretty sure it's a duck. ]
Because you'd trust my word even if I gave it to you?
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[Because what is actually trusting people.]
But it means something to people like you. I trust that.
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[ And to her mind the discussion is pretty much closed. And she actually believes him about not trusting her, it isn't like she trusts him either. With a shrug she turns to head back to the apartment. ]
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So he lets her go, making his final mental calculations as to how this outcome rates in his risk analysis. It's acceptable, though not ideal. But things so rarely are ideal. In a place like this, acceptable will have to suffice - for now.]