It's dark in the temple. Others are probably brighter; it makes sense for Fear's to be like this, though, preying on an instinctive apprehension about the dark and what lurks within it. But there's something that breaks through it a bit now.

A clear light shines off the toy robot that Near has sitting next to him, brightening a good twenty feet around him, then its reach gradually fading beyond that. He and Mello have had this discussion already; Near's magic isn't a secret anymore, even if some of his other abilities still are. Full disclosure is an anathema to them, who have been raised to keep things close, to deceive and mislead.

He's building with his cards again, of course. There isn't much else to do while he's here and it's an activity that usually keeps him content enough besides. He briefly glances in Mello's direction at those words, notes the set of his jaw.

"I have no intention of leaving." A statement of the obvious. "Where are you going?"