[Connor doesn't feel the need to compete for the SQUIP's approval. He wants to help it, of course... but he has other people to think about, too. He supposes L doesn't.]
Nobody can question your loyalty.
[Which is admirable in its own way, but Connor does think L is taking this a bit too far. He looks around again before gesturing to the last mouthful left in the potion.]
[L is silent; he really doesn't have others to think about. Not many, and not significantly. All pale when the SQUIP is held up in comparison, through no fault of their own. It's in his nature to be fiercely dedicated, obsessive, committed, even when it taxes his time and relationships and health.
He nods, taking another drink, grateful, wondering if "loyalty" actually is the right word. It seems both too generous and to come up short; he isn't certain why he's reluctant to accept it when by all accounts, it's a good thing to be.]
[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?]
[L himself knows something he's unwilling to admit, that's written fairly plainly on his skin and on his face. It's extremely human, pitifully human, though he'd find a way to sink through the floor rather than admit it. He's supposed to be above such matters. All of his struggles and toils are supposed to let him ascend to the level that was the SQUIP and Connor's birthright by merit of never having been technically born.]
With an alternative, I won't have to.
[But any proposed alternative couldn't possibly be infinite, and therein lies the problem. There's no way supply can rival his obsessive ambition.]
[With L's ambitions and devotion to methods that work, it's likely that his need will only increase. If his projects get smaller, they'll just grow more numerous.]
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Nobody can question your loyalty.
[Which is admirable in its own way, but Connor does think L is taking this a bit too far. He looks around again before gesturing to the last mouthful left in the potion.]
Finish that. You need every drop of it.
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He nods, taking another drink, grateful, wondering if "loyalty" actually is the right word. It seems both too generous and to come up short; he isn't certain why he's reluctant to accept it when by all accounts, it's a good thing to be.]
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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?]
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With an alternative, I won't have to.
[But any proposed alternative couldn't possibly be infinite, and therein lies the problem. There's no way supply can rival his obsessive ambition.]
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Well, when these runes are done, hopefully you won't need so much blood.
[Content with L having finished the potion, he starts to head for the door again.]
If you find that potion helps, I'll bring you another one.
[It should help. It's from a reputable store.]
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[With L's ambitions and devotion to methods that work, it's likely that his need will only increase. If his projects get smaller, they'll just grow more numerous.]
Connor? Thank you for thinking of my needs.