"I don't know... I mean, I guess it comes down to... what are we fighting for? Because we have nothing better to do?"

Playing with the cigarette, Matt rolled it back and forth between his fingers, risking burns. Finally putting it in his mouth, he muttered "Gotta wonder what we're going to die for is all, Mel."

"We're fighting against a crazed maniac who is determined to kill all criminals in the world to create more justice. Or, just someone who likes killing people. Also, I just hate Near, and L will always be worth fighting for." He shook his head. "If I could have had it any other way, I wouldn't have it this way. It's my fault that your in this, too. Though, you have a chance to get out of it."

Inhaling, Matt gave a small grin. "Aww, hell, Mello, you know I could hardly walk away from this - I wouldn't know what to do with myself."

The sky got lighter, slowly but surely, shifting around them.

"And you're right about L... but justice? Sometimes I don't think it exists."

He nodded slightly, still staring at the ground. "Justice does exsist, it seems it is just looked at as 'Let's kill all the bad guys so the world will be full of goodness'. Or something like that. They just don't realize that the world needs those bad guys."

He shrugged for the fourth time. "I don't know."

"Eh, doesn't really matter. Seriously though, somedays it feels like we're inside one of those matrix movies, you know? Agents - or body guards - everywhere messing up the rules. It's cool in a kind of 'it's going to kill me' way."

He turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Matt. "Matrix movies?"

"Yeah, you know, 'NEO-THE MATRIX HAS YOU. FOLLOW THE WHITE RABBIT. LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER.' ... hey wait..."

He arched one eyebrow. "What?"