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"You have no idea," Zero assured. "I've tried to leave, Near, but... you know how impossible it is to take a kid out of Wammy's."

Near gave a nod and looked between the twins. "Let alone two. Far is still here?"

"Papa's still here, he'll never leave." Treat put in.

"What do you mean?" Mail asked with a trouble frown- looking between Near and Zero.

"I am glad he stayed," Near informed. "Can Zero answer me truthfully now about Matt and Mello?"

"You already know the truth," Zero reminded.

"Maybe you could just say it for him." Mail replied firmly.

"They're both alive," Zero informed. "But I haven't the slightest clue where either of them are."

"Near, did you hear that!?" Mail suddenly got excited.

"Shh!" Zero, Trick, and Treat all hissed.

Near, however, smiled brightly and let out a relieved breath.

"Do I ever return home?" He inquired next and Zero's smile fell.

"Hey, we already changed one thing." Mail said firmly. "We can change it back. We'll get you home...but...this place..."

Mail looked around with a frown.

"Nate is the one that changed Matt and Mello," Zero corrected. "When he came he stopped L from being killed by Kira."

"So why can't you change something." Mail asked. "Maybe that's how it works...maybe you and Nate are the ones that change stuff."

"We are the ones that switched," Near informed. "Perhaps Nate is meant to save them and I am meant to send us both home."

"Do you want to go home?" Zero pressed.

"...What's wrong with going home?" Mail asked curiously.

"I have an obligation," Near informed, ignoring Mail.

"You don't owe anything to anyone," Zero replied.

"Uh, hello?" Mail tried again.

"What's...Ob..bleh...obleh-gay-shone?" Treat asked.

"Hello, Mister," Trick replied to Mail, grabbing onto his arm and hanging there.

"They've grown quite a bit," Near commented, nodding to the twins. "I remember them when they were still four."

"We're twelve now," Trick informed, grinning.

"Trick is taller then I am," Near hummed.

The boy laughed. "Not quite!"

Mail frowned and lifted his arm- lifting the boy with it.

"So are you going back Near?" Treat asked.

"What's wrong with going back." Mail asked again