[Connor wouldn't understand not accepting it, either. It's a compliment... though maybe this is more akin to a sick devotion than loyalty, he thinks, as he looks at the cuts littering L's arms. He's going to kill himself for the SQUIP at this rate.]

Good.

[He nods in approval as L finishes the potion.]

That should help give you some of your strength back, provided you stop slicing yourself open to drain yourself of it.

[Yeah... that's going to keep happening, isn't it?]