[Mello may not have been in control of his body at the exact moment that Near's shoulder was dislocated, but he still created the circumstances that caused it to happen. It is his fault, and hearing Near say it wasn't feels like mockery, like a slap in the face. He forgets, for the moment, the agreement they'd reached months ago to form an alliance as shame and guilt are subsumed into a wash of anger, hot and sharp, flickering up his spine. Slowly, Mello turns to Near, eyes narrowed, jaw taut, one combat knife from the collection in the desk drawer clutched tightly in his hand.]
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No? Then who did, Near? Show your work.