[Unlike Mello remembers — what is an effigy to a breathing thing — L is so palpable. His words, his mannerisms. Maybe it's the Bond; maybe it's not: the turmoil isn't his to feel.]
[Only it is. Because he'd agreed to this, hadn't he? He signed up for this, ran in blind with the confidence of armies, and now?]
[Regret is a strong word.]
So tell me the truth.
[And maybe his bitterness puts a copper taste on L's tongue for just a moment.]
no subject
[Only it is. Because he'd agreed to this, hadn't he? He signed up for this, ran in blind with the confidence of armies, and now?]
[Regret is a strong word.]
So tell me the truth.
[And maybe his bitterness puts a copper taste on L's tongue for just a moment.]
For once.