[Something about L's lackluster distance sharpens, draws more present at Mello's admission.]

Only drunks and children tell the truth.

[Now we're getting somewhere. There's no reproach or judgment in his eyes and his tone as he turns to face his would-be successor more fully, holding his empty glass in his long, thin hands.]

Experiences shape us. The circumstances of birth influence experience... doubtless, you know as much as I do about hers, if not more.

[What he knows isn't his to share; he suspects that all three of them are in an eternal stalemate as far as sharing sensitive information goes.]

Do you want to help her, or to own her? Honest question... I feel it's important to know.