[The fall was a shock; fortunately, L's not seriously injured. His elbow smarts, probably a good indicator that he hit it the hardest and it took the brunt of the damage, but no, he's still in this. He pushes himself up to his knees, planting a foot and standing, because this isn't over by a long shot. A divination specialty or a career as a detective isn't even necessary to know as much.
He has to stop the SQUIP, obviously. He's still convinced he can do it without hurting it, and he doubts that Rich and whoever he's called for backup are going to be as considerate.
Its core, after all, is a purely logical machine. Reasonable, rational. It's what drew L to it, what L relies on even when his own humanity makes itself inconveniently known.]
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He has to stop the SQUIP, obviously. He's still convinced he can do it without hurting it, and he doubts that Rich and whoever he's called for backup are going to be as considerate.
Its core, after all, is a purely logical machine. Reasonable, rational. It's what drew L to it, what L relies on even when his own humanity makes itself inconveniently known.]