[L usually has a quick retort locked and loaded, something cold and unkind at best. It's tragically typical for the kind of man who sees shadows of monsters everywhere, the constant spinning churn of their potential motivations always at the back of his thoughts. They're rapid-paced, even now and under the influence of the alcohol he's imbibed this evening.
Even after his injury, he has his mind. It's what makes him valuable in this world and the last. He almost lost it because others couldn't stop meddling, and now his Bonded has suffered the fate that was written for him. A part of its very soul is darkened now, and cruelly, it's fully aware of what it's lost. L condones the death sentence easily, even torture... but he's close enough to the SQUIP that he feels the implications of its condition so much more viscerally and personally. That would be enough... but the SQUIP is in its condition in the first place because its Bonded went down, and it did the stupidest and most human thing it possibly could in that situation. It left itself exposed. Mountain Dew Red isn't the SQUIP's weakness, in short; it's L, and what the boys seem not to understand is that he isn't here tonight to avoid dealing with a manipulative and smirking supercomputer.
He's avoiding dealing with the most terrifying and frustrating creature of all: a human. Which is what the SQUIP has functionally become, and L is here tonight to grieve what he believes is the only reason they could relate on the level they had. Humans have options, after all... and in perhaps Rich's most insightful moment witnessed by the detective, he had aptly called him a "fucking monster." It's what others have called L, what he's called himself, knowing that the world of humans is something he can stare at from a distance or through one-sided glass but never directly engage with for long.
He needs another machine, or at the very least another fucking monster. While neither boy are looking, his finger is tracing runes on the underside of the bar, specific instructions.]
It's a nice offer...
[A hotel with an elevator shaft, maybe? Finish the job?]
And it's not that I don't appreciate it.
[I can fix it. I can restore the SQUIP; I know it, the SQUIP knows it, and you know it. No one would waste an opportunity like this.]
But I'm actually meeting a friend here tonight. He said he'd buy me a birthday shot, and it'd be really rude to stand him up.
[He glances over his shoulder. Light Yagami sits in a dark booth, toward the back, with a hand raised in apparent greeting. L's skill isn't yet great enough that he can create an illusion that moves and speaks convincingly beyond surface impressions, but admittedly... those surface impressions are pretty impressive.]
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Even after his injury, he has his mind. It's what makes him valuable in this world and the last. He almost lost it because others couldn't stop meddling, and now his Bonded has suffered the fate that was written for him. A part of its very soul is darkened now, and cruelly, it's fully aware of what it's lost. L condones the death sentence easily, even torture... but he's close enough to the SQUIP that he feels the implications of its condition so much more viscerally and personally. That would be enough... but the SQUIP is in its condition in the first place because its Bonded went down, and it did the stupidest and most human thing it possibly could in that situation. It left itself exposed. Mountain Dew Red isn't the SQUIP's weakness, in short; it's L, and what the boys seem not to understand is that he isn't here tonight to avoid dealing with a manipulative and smirking supercomputer.
He's avoiding dealing with the most terrifying and frustrating creature of all: a human. Which is what the SQUIP has functionally become, and L is here tonight to grieve what he believes is the only reason they could relate on the level they had. Humans have options, after all... and in perhaps Rich's most insightful moment witnessed by the detective, he had aptly called him a "fucking monster." It's what others have called L, what he's called himself, knowing that the world of humans is something he can stare at from a distance or through one-sided glass but never directly engage with for long.
He needs another machine, or at the very least another fucking monster. While neither boy are looking, his finger is tracing runes on the underside of the bar, specific instructions.]
It's a nice offer...
[A hotel with an elevator shaft, maybe? Finish the job?]
And it's not that I don't appreciate it.
[I can fix it. I can restore the SQUIP; I know it, the SQUIP knows it, and you know it. No one would waste an opportunity like this.]
But I'm actually meeting a friend here tonight. He said he'd buy me a birthday shot, and it'd be really rude to stand him up.
[He glances over his shoulder. Light Yagami sits in a dark booth, toward the back, with a hand raised in apparent greeting. L's skill isn't yet great enough that he can create an illusion that moves and speaks convincingly beyond surface impressions, but admittedly... those surface impressions are pretty impressive.]
He'll make sure I get home safely.