Summary: Matt's musings, as he lies dying
Hey Mello, look at this! I was always the more observant of the two of us, noticing interesting things around me. But I would always point them out to Mello; sharing them with him.
Hey Mello, look at this! It became instinctual; he was always nearby, always willing to look… be it a snake's shed skin, an intricate spider's web, or Roger scolding one of the other orphans at Wammy's.
Hey Mello, look at this! For a time after he left, I still found myself saying it. Then I would pause, and remember, and anyone nearby would look at me sympathetically.
Hey Mello, look at this! After a while, it became more of a tradition. No longer aloud, but inside my head, as if he could hear me, wherever I was.
Hey Mello, look at this! These were the words I whispered when I found a hotel room, reserved under the name "Mail Jeevas". It wasn't mine.
Hey Mello, look at this! Was my first thought as I saw the building I had tracked him down to, set alight.
Hey Mello, look at this! Look at this red stuff trickling down my chest. How did it get here? I don't want to die, Mello. It's getting colder. Why is the light fading? I'm scared, Mello. And faintly, I can hear you replying.
Hey Matt, look at this!