After a bit of thinking, I decided to significantly shorten the story and cut out a few unnecessary things. We're maybe halfway through, more or less...
New people from Brazil and South Africa. Yess!
Matt seemed a bit pale to him. And oddly enough, a look of resolution hardened his earnest features as he beckoned Mello over.
...could Near have?
"Mello," he intoned gravely, searching for something- a crack in his camouflage? Deceit in his cornflower eyes?
"Matt," he chirped back, wincing inwardly at the falsetto.
"Drop it," he responded sharply. Mello stared back in shock.
Finally, he continued. "Promise me," he said, sounding strained. "Don't kill yourself. I'd rather not suffer eternity in that place only to have you come back."
Then, he drew his arm back in a wide arc, curling his index finger and thumb together. His nails headed in a straight line for Mello's arm-
"MELLO! DIE WHILE DREAMING!"
Keratin dug into his limb rather painfully moments after the newcomer yelled out her strange advice. Matt turned to face the offending female as she turned to retreat.
"He didn't know!?"
"No, Matty, but Misa knows it will be for the best!"
"Goddammit, no, it won't! Near sent you, didn't he?"
"No, Misa came because she wants Matty to be happy."
"Oh, god... MEL! DON'T, PLEASE! Oh, god..."
The blond clutching his wrist tried to respond.