Racing through the streets, chased down by something only comparable to the rushing children at Wammy's on a day of find-the-secret-password, he grinned.
So what if he was probably going to die a horrible death in only a few blinks, he could recall the words of a somewhat unknown politician.
"I am a politican, and I am here for my people to use. So please, use me."
So what if he paraphrased the first sentence, that speech had been inspirational in addition to heartfelt, as most of the speeches of the beautiful man from the island just off the shore of Bergen had done.
Matt felt that Mello was using him.
And Matt loved it, being the tool, that important thing that helped putting things in motion.
Matt loved motion.
But most of all, he loved Mello.
Like the young politican-to-be loved being liberal, and her liberal leader with the speeches that made her glow.