[Explicitly stating things often isn't the way either of them work, though Near more than Mello. Near is perfectly capable of being blunt and direct, often employing the tactic in interrogations or arguments. Honest conversations are a rare thing and even in a situation like this, he doesn't directly state that he wants Mello to stay; it's all implication. Extremely clear implication, but implication nonetheless.
[Compassion might be a bit too strong of a word to use for what Near is doing here. It's more a cognitive understanding of their overlapping situations than anything emotional. An intellectual exercise of equivalency.
[He hadn't much intended to get into the details of the possession, just pointing out the similarities of the events. What he's said so far has at least given Mello pause, but has yet to reverse his decision. So . . . he needs to give more details? It's not ideal. But it may get him the result he wants.
[He keeps his right arm still, but reaches up his left to wind a finger into his hair. And he focuses his gaze on that winding motion while he speaks, while he reflects. In monotone, as always.]
Another consciousness pushing down mine, wresting control away. I attempted to fight, of course, but that merely got me pushed further down, dimmed my awareness.
[So he'd stopped, for a while. Fighting too blatantly hadn't been effective and he hadn't wished to risk being completely subsumed.]
I was aware of everything that happened. Everything he did. All the actions my body was performing that I no longer had any power to stop.
[It had been a frustrating sense of helplessness, even as he'd told himself he was biding his time to find a moment to seize back control.]
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Date: 2017-01-01 12:14 am (UTC)[Compassion might be a bit too strong of a word to use for what Near is doing here. It's more a cognitive understanding of their overlapping situations than anything emotional. An intellectual exercise of equivalency.
[He hadn't much intended to get into the details of the possession, just pointing out the similarities of the events. What he's said so far has at least given Mello pause, but has yet to reverse his decision. So . . . he needs to give more details? It's not ideal. But it may get him the result he wants.
[He keeps his right arm still, but reaches up his left to wind a finger into his hair. And he focuses his gaze on that winding motion while he speaks, while he reflects. In monotone, as always.]
Another consciousness pushing down mine, wresting control away. I attempted to fight, of course, but that merely got me pushed further down, dimmed my awareness.
[So he'd stopped, for a while. Fighting too blatantly hadn't been effective and he hadn't wished to risk being completely subsumed.]
I was aware of everything that happened. Everything he did. All the actions my body was performing that I no longer had any power to stop.
[It had been a frustrating sense of helplessness, even as he'd told himself he was biding his time to find a moment to seize back control.]