[One thing that had attracted Myr to L in the first place was the pure intellectual pleasure of sparring with a mind the faun knew outclassed his own.

It's that same knowledge, robbed now of sentiment, that leads him to discard any idea of dissembling without consideration.]

Niles contacted me to say it was all an accident. He'd jostled you too hard; you nearly took a fatal fall and he dug in with his claws to save you.

[He is, he realizes now, grateful to the Chimera for that. Grateful beyond reasoning that L isn't dead, even if it leaves him with so very many other exhausting messes to clean up.

How long he'll be able to let that gratitude rule him, rather than lower emotions... Remained to be see.]

You lied to me about all of this.

[Ah. There's the hurt begun to break through, emberglow through enfolding clouds.]