[The reminder seeps over the Bond, if only because L has required it himself, knows it like a reliable half-tame thing that canters by on occasion for an outstretched hand and a sugar cube before retreating again into mist.
It's held, and shaken, and insisted to him that a spiral into oblivion is cruel and selfish and stands to wound someone he'd rather protect from harm. Often, it's sounded like Myr, because it's been Myr, and this is the only way asking so much of him is fair at all. He needs reciprocation and reassurance; he needs to know that after forcing him to care about himself to some anemic but existent degree, Myr isn't going to end up with his ribs as some gluttonous dragon's toothpicks.
Fairness is the core of justice; fairness is a child's first awareness of that lofty notion, usually because it is lacking.
Is this a promise, or a prayer? L swallows, nods out of the ease and habit that comes with being able to emote freely around one who can't see him.]
Of course. Please rely on it.
[Trust it, the way Myr hasn't been able to in the past. Trust also that, as Light studies and dines and lives with him, calling out his uneven buttons and sparring with his hungry wit, his murderer might actually be good for him though no sane argument supports the notion.]
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It's held, and shaken, and insisted to him that a spiral into oblivion is cruel and selfish and stands to wound someone he'd rather protect from harm. Often, it's sounded like Myr, because it's been Myr, and this is the only way asking so much of him is fair at all. He needs reciprocation and reassurance; he needs to know that after forcing him to care about himself to some anemic but existent degree, Myr isn't going to end up with his ribs as some gluttonous dragon's toothpicks.
Fairness is the core of justice; fairness is a child's first awareness of that lofty notion, usually because it is lacking.
Is this a promise, or a prayer? L swallows, nods out of the ease and habit that comes with being able to emote freely around one who can't see him.]
Of course. Please rely on it.
[Trust it, the way Myr hasn't been able to in the past. Trust also that, as Light studies and dines and lives with him, calling out his uneven buttons and sparring with his hungry wit, his murderer might actually be good for him though no sane argument supports the notion.]