[It sounds simple enough - concentration is all it takes? Maybe too simple.]
Fine. I can do that.
[Concentration is easy, or so Mello would like to think. It sounds like a simple enough task, but his mind has always been too full of thoughts and plans, more accustomed to multitasking than mindfulness. He sits forward on the couch, closes his eyes, and - tries to focus, and fails.]
[And that's where they differ. Mello's mind jumps around to different possibilities, but Near has always been a creature of supreme focus, fixated on a single goal.]
It's how it worked for me in that other life. [The memories of that childhood are somewhat hazy, but he is sure of that much. He twirls his hair thoughtfully, searching for a clearer way to explain.] The place . . . it feels hollow at first. But look deeper than that.
[He repeats the phrase like a mantra, inhales a deep breath, closes his eyes again ... and begins drumming his fingers across his knee. Rapidly, audibly, he exhales that same breath.]
Well, you could be a little less cryptic about it.
[Mello does not hold back on that sigh of irritation, though it's mostly reserved for himself. This process sounds simple enough, and yet he isn't immediately picking it up like he thinks he should.]
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Fine. I can do that.
[Concentration is easy, or so Mello would like to think. It sounds like a simple enough task, but his mind has always been too full of thoughts and plans, more accustomed to multitasking than mindfulness. He sits forward on the couch, closes his eyes, and - tries to focus, and fails.]
How do you know that you'll know?
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It's how it worked for me in that other life. [The memories of that childhood are somewhat hazy, but he is sure of that much. He twirls his hair thoughtfully, searching for a clearer way to explain.] The place . . . it feels hollow at first. But look deeper than that.
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[He repeats the phrase like a mantra, inhales a deep breath, closes his eyes again ... and begins drumming his fingers across his knee. Rapidly, audibly, he exhales that same breath.]
How do you get there, though?
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I cannot hold your hand to find the path, Mello. That's up to you. This is an individualistic process.
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[Mello does not hold back on that sigh of irritation, though it's mostly reserved for himself. This process sounds simple enough, and yet he isn't immediately picking it up like he thinks he should.]