[L doesn't outwardly react to Light's segue. He's excited, though; his heart beats more quickly, there's a lift in his chest that is lighter and more eager. This subject always shakes what's languid and bolsters what could otherwise grow stagnant and dusty.]

No human is in full control of his situation. Regardless of where they exist, or how they got there, that existence could cease at any moment. I just don't understand why acceptance is more difficult than inventing a fiction. To me, that is trading down.