Something is wrong. Something is wrong wrong wrong. The attack wasn't working. Mello wasn't calming down or stopping his vendetta to kick all their asses into next week and they were still all there in that shitty fucking chamber and nowhere near getting closer to the fucking mirror. Something's wrong and he's about to ask Near about it, encourage him or yell at him or fucking plead with him not to drop the goddamn resonance when he hears it; a crack and the telltale crash of a body hitting the ground at top speed.

Well, shit.

"What's going on?!" Alarm, it isn't a pretty thing when he's on the receiving end of it and when he can feel his resonance cracking the way it is. Too jittery, too dubious. Shit shit shit that noise, was that--

"Fuck--!"