[L blinks owlishly, face pale and haunted. The only sound, for a few moments, is Crookytail's rustling movements as she settles in to get comfier.
Myr's right, isn't he? It was always going to end at some point; there was always going to be a point where the easy, natural domesticity L and Light had accessed was going to collapse. Perhaps L is not responding to the reappearance of an attacker so much as he's desperate not to grieve the loss of something that was fragile, and fake, and cherished all the same. Mello's arrival might as well be a doomsday harbinger, in that regard, threatening L's carefully maintained truce.]
I'm not ready.
[He says it like a lost child, realizes it after the fact.]
It's just... there's a right way, like you said, and the moving parts are all in the wrong alignment. It's not the right time, as ideal as it would to be strike first, and... for now, I just need to know how to answer his questions in a way that will satisfy him, and not compromise or betray someone who gave his life to my legacy.
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Myr's right, isn't he? It was always going to end at some point; there was always going to be a point where the easy, natural domesticity L and Light had accessed was going to collapse. Perhaps L is not responding to the reappearance of an attacker so much as he's desperate not to grieve the loss of something that was fragile, and fake, and cherished all the same. Mello's arrival might as well be a doomsday harbinger, in that regard, threatening L's carefully maintained truce.]
I'm not ready.
[He says it like a lost child, realizes it after the fact.]
It's just... there's a right way, like you said, and the moving parts are all in the wrong alignment. It's not the right time, as ideal as it would to be strike first, and... for now, I just need to know how to answer his questions in a way that will satisfy him, and not compromise or betray someone who gave his life to my legacy.