Jealousy. Jealousy? Is L doing this out of jealousy, and out of punishing it for dying?
Its grasp tightens on the scissors; it wrenches them aside, out from between L and itself, hopefully out of reach of hurting either of them should something stupid happen, as it inevitably will. It stares down at L furiously, meeting his eyes intensely, despite the slight glaze of secondhand intoxication over them.]
You can't-- you can't let jealousy make you this stupid. You're supposed to be better than this.
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Jealousy. Jealousy? Is L doing this out of jealousy, and out of punishing it for dying?
Its grasp tightens on the scissors; it wrenches them aside, out from between L and itself, hopefully out of reach of hurting either of them should something stupid happen, as it inevitably will. It stares down at L furiously, meeting his eyes intensely, despite the slight glaze of secondhand intoxication over them.]
You can't-- you can't let jealousy make you this stupid. You're supposed to be better than this.